R.P. Coursey Poems

She's in the
flourescent bathroom,
dabbing on fake skin
a little darker than
...

Standing on the edge
Of the cliff
Looking down at Rough River Lake
From 30 ft up…
...

The fact that
You exist
Is enough for me-
That you breathe the air
...

When the wind blows through the corn
think of me
and of the summers by the lake
my hair bleached by the sun
...

What is it

That tightens my lungs
when you are near
...