noon+midnight

Heidi Seaborn

 

noon is a skillet a tortilla the charred edges we eat taste fire our tongues flame our talk burns holes in the ozone the sun hungers for flesh to burn while our talk flames tongues tasting the charred edges of the ozone we leave a fire a burning midnight earth in two an orange or a heart a vacancy down the road maybe we have hope maybe we have only two ventricles or pulp & juice bleeding from one day into the next our hands holding dirt loose earth in our fingers like yesterday

 

Heidi Seaborn is Executive Editor of The Adroit Journal and author of PANK Poetry Prize winner An Insomniac’s Slumber Party with Marilyn Monroe, the acclaimed debut Give a Girl Chaos and Comstock Chapbook Award-winning Bite Marks. Recent work in Beloit Poetry Journal, Brevity, Copper Nickel, Cortland Review, Diode, Financial Times of London, The Missouri Review, The Offing, The Slowdown and the Washington Post. Heidi holds an MFA from NYU and teaches at the Hugo House. heidiseabornpoet.com

 

Image: “Lola” by Jiesha Stephens

 

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