Below Rainier

by Matt Hemmerich

I’ve been lost down Siamese
the only one with hands
the only one with Rainier’s teeth

I’ve been quiet as trickling roots
and the Puget Sound
distilling old apologies that linger
in the breeze
among the rain, they pulverize

I was locked in the market, waiting
for you
there was a reason to be in
the city, and
no way to leave

Matt Hemmerich is a writer/drummer/baker. He owes music for his interest in the symbiotic relationship between language and melody. You can harass him at