GINKGO MAGAZINE

A Different View of London
Photo by Sylvia Kniss

I Bleed Light Pollution

by: Jake Price

If I could wring the sunset

out of the sidewalk,

the rain would taste like blood. 

The cement glows orange,

bright enough to

keep the streetlights from

turning on.

Pulling pieces of gravel 

out of my knees and wrists.

My palms have always been 

full of concrete.

I toss the wet, now red, little rocks 

at the curb I tripped over.

I hope it stains.

The city underneath my skin is

bustling.

Jake Price is a junior Creative Writing major at Susquehanna University. He spends most of his time reading his poetry to his cat, Raven, who has yet to give him any feedback. His poetry has been published in Philadelphia Stories, The Poet, and Cream Scene Carnival.