Out Of State
He sent her a text: Winters in Jersey. Living in cork-lined
rooms. Stripped down to my inner ear. I’m hearing things.
She replied: You have Michigan on your night trains. Waking up
with a crick in my neck. My days are split personalities in fogged mirrors.
He texted back: Quartz veins. Anti-muse in tunnels. Wolverines limp
in subways. fall asleep in imported armchairs. Leave dreams in wet tar.
She replied: They’re laying off the Kings of Grease. Another yellow
slip, I’ll be rancid meat. Come Home before I go short on snowfall.
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Kyle Hemmings lives and works in New Jersey. He has upcoming work in Primal Zine and Matter Press. His latest e-books are You Never Die in Wholes and The Truth about Onions.
Copyright © 2013 by Kyle Hemmings
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