The Moon May Covet by Kristin Roahrig

The moon may covet

The sun
As the sun
Rebirths itself when each day is done
And the sun’s cycles of birth shall cease
But I will be there
As I am now

 

 

Children will die,

Suffocated in their cars
While a parent tries
Another lotto ticket; stays in the store
Buying their own soul
The leaf will scream
And the dog dream
And I will be there

 

 

The morning will rise

As the two into one
Will try to become
The cat will cry
As the rodent dies
A shot be heard
While a little one’s born
And I will be there

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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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