Dear poet of nooses of sharp okra & tired trams my bones are filled with wet tobacco & spent coffee grounds with the sound of ten thousand hammers hitting brass in unison your name hollows space in the soft-cavity of my mouth & I have no shape to make of your sound forgive me I have wagered everything on blowing spring cherries back into cigarettes that continually ghost us on soup-thick something I have once again forgotten to name out of a deep care for my neighbor I am as weepy as the soft boiled egg the aunties fight over as they lose their dentures & laugh themselves to death a woman is crying for five marks to get her son on a bus out of this city that cannot forget the bones under its streets her son is nowhere to be found we are all in on the gig everything that has not already been promised is moaning in a warm palm that does not belong to us hiding deep within the calm of our pockets I watch two teenage girls crush their futures between two credit cards & blow hope for tomorrow into each other’s noses sweet saint of a poet whose name I discovered in the ruptured peace between car alarms rip it out if you must this long-lunged gospel of grudge find forgiveness somewhere within us & let us hang from its long tender braid
Matt Schroeder is a poet and educator based in southern China. His poetry can be found in Thin Air Magazine, New World Writing, Welter Magazine, and forthcoming from Poet Lore & Eclipse Lit.
Featured Artwork: The River of Life Acrylic Painting on Canvas S.S.Q is a short story writer, novelist, content editor, and artist. She believes art is the best way to express self, and thoughts can be expressed in creative artwork. She studied English Language and Literature and MBA. She enjoys learning new languages and exploring different cultures. As of now, she lives in Istanbul, Turkey, and a few months ago, she was a resident of the beautiful city of Antalya. She escaped the hot sunny days of the prestigious city of Abu Dhabi four years ago, and she is open to new adventures for the coming years!