Cindy St. John is the author of four
chapbooks: I Wrote This Poem (Salt Hill), Be the Heat (Slash
Pine Press), City Poems (Effing Press), and People Who
Are in Love Will Read This Book Differently (Dancing Girl Press). She
lives in Austin, TX, where she teaches at a public school and co-curates a
reading series called Fun Party.
Fried Shrimp
Emoji
You can’t take a picture of the moon, though we all tried, spilt
open in the night
everything expands to become big enough to hold us. Then we
drove home from the
beach along the hurricane evacuation route and stopped to
eat at a 24 hour What-a-
burger.
escape
aperture
True Story
One time I gave Frank Standford’s sister a ride home at 6am, both
of us drunk but me
less so than her and well, it wasn’t that far to drive. To
thank me, she told me to pick
any gourd from her yard and I took an orange one
home 500 miles and named it Frank
Stanford and sat with it on my porch for two
years and then I wrote this poem.
eat
your heart
out
Poem
A woman’s bumper stickers reads
I go nuts/for cowboy
butts
and it was like tiny angels
gently floated this poem
right down into my cupped hands.
Poem
Travel time to I35 is 7 to 10 minutes
I dictate this
wildflowers never get old.
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