Longest by Wanda Morrow Clevenger

by 7 pm the silent auction hall was at capacity,
having expelled onto the lawn just as many smokers

the building smelled of hoodwinked hope
a Smith & Wesson went for 1400
a neon Stag sign for 600 to the same bidder
as the Bud sign for same;
2 kiddie picnic tables for same too

our bid was high on a pottery urn
donation to the cause
too often attended but yet
there they and we were again,
in silent barter

I waited in the car while the smokers smoked,
while Monte waited in line to claim his 150-dollar urn
and felt bad knowing her prognosis was sleep long
and longer until longest

I placed the urn on a bookshelf when we got home
and went to bed; in the morning we were told
she had by then gone to sleep


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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