The museum’s light was overrated
I wanted to be a different person there
Let’s have Old Fashioneds in the hotel bar
& take selfies with our cocktails held high
Ok Marcie please don’t smell my drink
& wince I didn’t pray for you
That’s what I learned from this
That everything contains a distance
There is no way to explain it
There is a system in the glitch
There is a violeting sky to capture
HEATHER SWEENEY, she/her, lives in San Diego, where she writes and does visual art. Her chapbooks include Just Let Me Have This (Selcouth Station Press) and Same Bitch, Different Era: The Real Housewives Poems (above/ground press). She is also the author of the collections, Dear Marshall, Language is Our Only Wilderness (Spuyten Duyvil Press) and Call Me California (Finishing Line Press). Her chapbook The Book of Likes is forthcoming from The Hunger Press in 2021. You can find her at www.heathercsweeney.com.
