Hickies are tied cherry knots

cherries

Your Hickies Look like Marilyn Monroe
by Pattie Flint

The bruises on my chest
this morning,
I do not know where
they came from
but they did not
remain unnoticed.
They are secrets and
picturebooks, written
in night ink on crumpled
damp sheets. In the morning
smeared across bodies,
we do not remember
the stories except as
white noise and dreams.
There is a darkness
in my wrists; I cannot turn
my hands out to receive love,
breaking.

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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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