E. Peregrine
Queens Nocturne
Pencil shaving moon draws me awake,
lifeline shadows, wrinkled duvet and two
open windows. Just a crack. Just enough
to waft the pavement inside. City smells,
black plastic sheen. It's 2am again. Two
thirty eight. Car screech lullaby. Illustrate
the end of night: sketch across the dim,
curve tomorrow's little hour.
Bio
E. Peregrine (they/them) is a trans/nonbinary conductor, poet, teacher, and recent transplant to New England. Their writing has appeared in Gold Man Review, Roanoke Review, Variant Literature, smoke and mold, Bluestem Magazine, and elsewhere.