In the storage cellar Rats gnaw through dusty barrels, Scuttling through the walls Tracking wine and shit, Along with crumbs of them, So much so we don’t know What the smell is, Just something in the house Is rotting. Burning brown sugar candles In a vain attempt to hide it, We scrub the sense of […]
Jack Sullivan
Jack is a writer and visual artist living in Brooklyn, NY. Some of his poems can be found in In Parentheses, Yes Poetry, and Ghost City Review.