Factory Psalm
︎︎︎ Sarp Sozdinler
︎ May 12, 2026
That winter, I sold blood
and rode freight to Tulsa.
The sky was all teeth, birds
blackening my mother’s
laundry. First we ruin
the living, then we caress
the dead. I took off my
church shoes
and stepped into fire.
and rode freight to Tulsa.
The sky was all teeth, birds
blackening my mother’s
laundry. First we ruin
the living, then we caress
the dead. I took off my
church shoes
and stepped into fire.
Sarp Sozdinler is a writer based in Philadelphia. He edits The Bulb Region.