Vacation by Rupi Kaur
This is the last one of my favorite pieces by Rupee Cores Burke. Milk and honey. Did you think I was a city big enough for a weekend getaway? I am the town surrounding it, the one you've never heard of but always passed. True, there are no neon lights here, no skyscrapers or statues. But there is Thunder, so I make the bridges tremble. I am not street meat. I am homemade jam thick enough to cut the sweetest thing your lips will touch