a girl gang for jesus

by Robert Beveridge

we kick this fucking can

and we kick this fucking can

and we kick this fucking can

and the road is supposed to end

but we never ever ever

get to the promised field

whether it is wheat, corn, spelt

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Failed Haiku, Dreich, and Tarot Poetry, among others.