by Scott Strom
A wedding will
not leave. Look
for the elevator from
an open carpet. Slopper
one amber lollipop, per.
Groom. Floral butter
pods are white
chocolate. Eat,
deserve them.
Scott Strom (he/him) is a queer writer from Chicago with a BA in Playwriting and Poetry from Columbia College Chicago. His work has been featured in SAND, Into the Void, streetcake magazine, Columbia Poetry Review, and is forthcoming in Rattle and peculiar: a queer literary journal.
