you know that kind of name — it enters a room all alone,
without an origin story, with whim & spit
soft television girls with cut off shorts & tan legs
a name that doesn’t care if you ask for a number on a matchbook
doesn’t care if you ask to go home with me
doesn’t care if you think i’m pretty
doesn’t always text back
doesn’t mind old scars or chipped nail polish
doesn’t think about grace, effortlessness,
or what european women wear
leaves you enough tip money
leaves you on read


Stephanie Valente lives in Brooklyn, NY. She has published Hotel Ghost (Bottlecap Press, 2015) and waiting for the end of the world (Bottlecap Press, 2017) and has work included in Susan, TL;DR, and Cosmonauts Avenue. Sometimes, she feels human.