Bus Stop After Sarah Kay This midwest winter, come with me to Gregory and Dorner. The terminal wheezes and we can listen as she too is worn thin by chilling winds. And if ice crystals dance down to your hair, comfy curly nest, we can travel just a few blocks to the tropical greenhouse conservatory. I’ll trace you with mango lips, unbolt like petals of vermillion hibiscus. We’ll write in pencil— so you can erase if you like.
Poem: Sofia Fey Illustration: Anna Korol
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