We Drank Winter

By Maja Lukic

Green colors my depth,
and it was green that
fell from my eyes when
the glasses emptied.

The bottles swelled in
a glass wave. The city
was white and quiet.
We walked in the snow.

Breakfast was a distant
impression. Cabs passed
without stopping, and
everywhere one could

hear abrasion in the
atmosphere. Yellow
lights looted the fog
for something to love.

lukicMaja Lukic is an attorney and writer in New York City. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Chiron Review, Prelude, Prick of the Spindle, and other journals. Links to her pieces on the web are available at majalukic.com.

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