I blew you a kiss

I blew you a kiss
but it was stolen by the wind
the thin air is thick
with swirling and confused kisses
knocked off course
like bugs smashing onto windshields
our faces are splattered
with unintended affection from strangers










Bekah Steimel lives in St. Louis, Missouri and is working on a first collection of poetry, chronicling one lesbian’s struggles with addiction, fidelity, mental illness, and mortality. Her poetry has appeared in publications such Diverse Arts Project, Full of Crow, Gutter Eloquence, Sinister Wisdom, and Subterranean Quarterly. Visit www.bekahsteimel.com