3 Poems by Taylor Carr
economy
what could make humans be kind to one another always I don’t believe that exists when we can’t even figure out how to share armrests together
it’s a video
who am I in ten seconds will you know me in two weeks weightless and forgetting names on a breeze echoing the self’s traces am I a minute or gone at last
chicory
when this life bit back the taste got you angry I think you stopped chasing flame wore time like a top hat desire changed their number wanted nothing’s everything always never needed down pillows scowling at full moons from new cars watching photo’s colors fade too hard on a well lived life or softly feeling it slink upstairs
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Taylor Carr is a writer and reluctant employee of television in Los Angeles. He grew up in Florida but he really hopes you won’t hold that against him, and you can follow him anywhere @thetaylorcarr.
