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-
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.
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.
Travel time to I35 is 7 to 10 minutes
I dictate this
wildflowers never get old.
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