~after the bumrush~
At THE BUMRUSH, we are for anything labeled "bumrush" and we are for awesome poetry. So, I was pretty excited when I came across a poem called "after the bumrush". Here are the first two stanzas of the poem:
She rallied herself in the a.m.Take a look at the whole thing and let us know, is it worthy of the bumrush recommendation?
to see him, tussled and still
reeling from the eve's consumption,
she knew if she didn't arrive he'd be blue.
One shoe on, then two, haranguing
through metro doors and howling
trains. Schlepping stairs. Pressing
hard against cold winter air
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