MAYDAY

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by Heather Sweeney

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Electronics showing social media
Image by fancycrave1 from Pixabay

Can honesty go viral?

The truth is that my casket

Is a hot dog bun & the mirror

Is reversed the truth is that someone

Is haunting me from the future

& I woke up with a cold sore

Caked with glitter I woke up wedged

In a garage full of lazy boys & lit cigarettes

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.

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