Not a soul at this swarm of neon with soup- stain walls seems to say a word while I watch my lonesome emerald walk off into the Werewolf fog out by the gnarled railroad bridge.
High art pity parade, complete with Confetti off so many picked at beer bottle labels, weak pyrotechnics from a sea of chrome cigarettes, and “A Thousand Miles From Nowhere” on repeat until they unplug the jukebox & gently lug me out to a waiting Uber.
I just look out the back window while we pull away & watch my gin breath fog up the glass & the snow begin to fall.
even his boot prints leave.
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Favorite Drink: bourbon & root beer
(I know the tradition is coke, but I prefer the sweetness to cut the bite of the bourbon)
1. Ice into glass (big cubes – no pebble ice, that ruins it.)
2. Bourbon into glass (pour 1/3 -1/2 of glass, depending on your preferences.)
3. Fill glass with root beer (my choice is A&W, but whatever your heart desires)
4. Stir with spoon
5. Enjoy!
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Clem Flowers (They/ Them) is a poet, soft-spoken southern transplant, low rent aesthete, & dramatic tenor living in a mountain’s shadow in Home of Truth, Utah with their awesome wife & sweet kitty. Hella queer & Nb poetry editor at Blue River Review, with publication credits including: Olney Magazine, Blue River Review, The Madrigal, Pink Plastic House Journal, Bullshit Lit, Corporeal, Holyflea, Anti-Heroin Chic, & Warning Lines Magazine. author of chapbooks Stoked & Thrashing (Alien Buddha Press,) Two Out of Three Falls (Bullshit Lit,) & eating rain// matchstick graveyard (Alien Buddha Press.) Found on Twitter @clem_flowers
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image: “Yellow Door:” Andrea Damic lives in Sydney, Australia. She has been published in 50-Word Stories and Friday Flash Fiction with her photographs occasionally featuring in Rejection Letters. You can find her on Twitter @DamicAndrea. One day she hopes to finish and publish her novel.
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