in my living room where glitter once shook
from
the crannies and nooks.
We
boiled water alive
watching
its veins burst until
it
was poured over our cups
the
letters we had became
license
plates, so we packed them
away
only to take them out for
Christmas
and vacation.
You
drank the campfire too
and
we doused the rest with peach wine
because
its summer again
and
everyone else has gone
vegan,
local, or dead.
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Matt Whitman is currently a graduate student at The University of Alabama. He is 22.
Bay Laurel / Volume 1, Issue 1 / Autumn 2012