Riley welch is a poet from texas living in colorado. She posts three original poems a week. 

Cross streets of

I've danced so much
my thighs were sore
every time a wet body
crashed into me I gagged
hips don't move like I wanted
so so loud.
I can hardly believe
my ears didn't give out.
Laughed
smiled
shouted
screamed.
Curls of smoke on the porch.
What a wonder this place remains.
Big and full of laughter
Dirty twenty dollar bills on the floor
bright lights,
so, so nice.

11/27/2016
Riley Welch

Wolverine

Backyard