LAURA ANNE WHITLEY

Little America

By Utah I didn’t hate you anymore
Running through the
Empty halls of Wyoming
Falling asleep on your dick
A law with no teeth
A healing
Restorative hot dog
The most beautiful gas station
I have ever seen
I trusted you inside that Sinclair
In limerant pink gingham
We were the hottest people
In all of Iowa
Chicago was an instrument
Through which my jealousy revealed itself
I fished for compliments
I hunted them with rifle and trap
By Pittsburgh I was scared again
You held me while I cried,
Reminding me I chose this
God turn me into a mirror

Laura Anne Whitley is a poet based in Philadelphia, PA. Her work has appeared in Shortie Country, Pinky Mag and various online journals. God tells her what to say and she says it.