Salty by Miller Bradford

The sun was caught orange and hot in the corner of the sky

Burning skin and rubber into asphalt and melting brains that drip

strawberry ice cream pink with salty sweat

down curved noses

pooling in cupid’s bow before sliding past parched lips

into the devil’s doorway

becoming fuel for fire-breathers and flames

that only tickle the house they meant to burn

And nothing moves but simmering heat

Off the streets in slow blurred lines like ghosts straining out of floorboards

keeping them wilted

Until, like a gust of cold wind before a rainstorm

Their grandmother gathers them up home

Frantic among a world of drips

and leaks

and melts.


Published by

Jeremiah Walton

Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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