I want to say every word to you at once. But they trip over each other And so instead, I am silent. Content though Hopeful, Wanting, Convinced you will divine The electric hum that runs through me And know it is for you. Sit here a while longer. Don’t overthink it. Harry Katz is a part-time bartender and full-time student in the Department of American Studies at Stanford University. His work has appeared in the Rye Whiskey Review and the White Cresset Arts Journal and won the Bocock Guerard Fiction Prize. He lives in the stormiest part of Central Virginia, in a county with far more cows than people. He can be found and reached at @katzinbag on Twitter. Comments are closed.
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