Tulsa by Kyle Hemmings

She keeps returning to a man
with dirty fingernails &
artificial clouds for eyes.
Never gets further than Tulsa
or a town of half-naked windows.
Her excuse: I am pig-headed
on dry afternoons. When perfectly alone,
I am burning mulch & bitternut bark,
my twigs are too high to see or grasp.
He stares past her & lights a cigarette,
needs someone to unclog the bathroom tub
of coarse hairs. He loves the swoosh of hot & cold.

Kyle Hemmings lives and works in New Jersey. He has been published in Your Impossible Voice, Night Train, Toad, Matchbox and elsewhere. His latest ebook is Father Dunne's School for Wayward Boys at amazon.com. He blogs at http://upatberggasse19.blogspot.com/

Kyle Hemmings lives and works in New Jersey. He has been published in Your Impossible Voice, Night Train, Toad, Matchbox and elsewhere. His latest ebook is Father Dunne’s School for Wayward Boys at amazon.com. He blogs at http://upatberggasse19.blogspot.com/

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