by Heather Sweeney

the dead sky augments my crossed out kingdom find me in the weeds of Plath in the carpet of a gold Camaro call me canned stew singing for a contest on television a crater of disenchantments in the foreground call me plated paranoia an idol in a track suit happy hour here I’ll be your ice ice baby bent over and out of tune

Heather Sweeney’s chapbook Just Let Me Have This is forthcoming from Selcouth Station Press in 2018.  Her poetry recently appears in The Hunger, Expat Press, Bad Pony, Bombay Gin, Moonchild, and White Stag.  She lives in San Diego where she writes and teaches yoga.