Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Sunrise w/Seamonsters

by Stevie Howell


It’s Spartan, to try &
fall asleep at dawn in
the bed of a man you
just met. Different birds

cry in other arbors,
disparate gold glows from
the same sun. The whale song
of regret sets sail through

temporal lobes. A boat-
load of ghost notes
I’ll call you tomorrow.
Or some time. Or I won’t.

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