Emmet Penney '11
You wick the sweat from the small
of his back in the darkest corner
of the pool hall. It’s hurricane
season and rain comes down in fat
fists. With their bed sheets as sails
children catch the wind. Briefly,
they hover above the cracks
in the pavement. To forget the weight
of your body you put his hand
to your throat. How can you even
ask to leave.
About the Author: Emmet Penney '11 was born in Chicago, IL. He now lives in White Creek, NY and spends most of his time reading and writing.