Dispatch from Queens: KC Trommer
"I guess I’m home, considering that my keys have opened/ the door even before I realized I had them in my hand, and everything/ is where I left it, even in the bedroom where I keep waking alone quite/ suddenly to find—yes, I left you. You’ve never even been here."
Don't miss our newest dispatch from KC Trommer, featuring poems from her latest book of poetry "We Call Them Beautiful."
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