Atlantic City

We’ve been here once, listened
to the swish
and pull of the dark water. We trusted

that’s what it would do—come
back, like pulling keens
from violin strings. The kiss

and pull of taffy in the window,
sinew of sugar
and blush, bludgeoned through the middle,

kissed and pulled. That salty, peopled
place—
we’d been there once.









Olivia Olson is a librarian working in metro Detroit, MI. Some of her recent poems can be found in Driftwood Press and Spry Literary Journal. She is also the editor of SiDEKiCK, a literary journal which aims to publish underrepresented voices in poetry.

See another poem by Olson in Issue 3.1