I drank campfires by Matt Whitman

I drank campfires during summer
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.


Matt Whitman is currently a graduate student at The University of Alabama. He is 22.

 Bay Laurel  /  Volume 1, Issue 1  /  Autumn 2012