Jake Tringali
Too Many Humans
she molded their skin on her curves. their adjectives sifted through her river. she kept nothing for herself, her frame of reference remained afloat and ill-compassed. with the smallest breeze, an entire existence would tick within her, foreign and exotic and confused, always confused. utterly and effectively affected. she moved as a mirror would. and within it, a mimic.
Bio
Born in Boston. Lived up and down the East Coast, and then up and down the West Coast, and currently in Los Angeles.
Runs rad restaurants. Thrives in a habitat of bars, punk rock shows, and a sprinkling of burlesque performers.
Throughout 2015, publications include Catch & Release, Boston Poetry Magazine, Indiana Voice Journal, and twelve other fine journals.
Now go enjoy your day. Rock on.