Scuffy by Kayla Pongrac

The castles on your tongue are counting off by two’s,
deciding which ones go with me and which ones stay
with you. No matter what happens to that thick silver ring
fitted precisely for your ring finger tentacle, or my
scuffy shoes in the secret closet in castle number fifty-seven,
here is what I will wish for you: Cold coffee. An empty wallet.
Dusty linens. Long fingernails. But most of all, I hope that one
day—even if just for one day—your head will be nice to your hair.



Kayla Pongrac is an avid writer, reader, tea drinker, and record spinner. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Vinyl Poetry, Split Lip Magazine, Oblong, HOOT, KYSO Flash, and Nat. Brut, among others. To read more of Kayla’s work, visit or follow her on Twitter @KP_the_Promisee.

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