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 […]
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.
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 […]