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issue 3: HEATWAVE

i can't think in this heat

NIKKI REIMER
the year was always either 1987 or 2087. we left New Mexico in the morning; it was evening in Sweden. the shimmering lakes in your eyes marked the end of the highway. mother and father disappeared following the electric string bean incident. it’s been decades or days, i can’t tell. the clocks have gone cold. one thousand incandescent suns dot the map of each absence. the graveyard blinking off and on our neon desert of dreams. your chest has stilled but i’ll sit here in grandfather’s chair till you wake up. the baking’s gone mouldy and the cans are all rusted. i need you to finish ironing the tablecloth. is this blasted pantry disgusting or righteous? swollen cake? rubber cats? who is watching the time? someone forgot to close the window, now the piano’s all dusty. we are far from Telegraph Hill, but the parrots continue to circle. such flashes of red brilliance, green horror, the dawn.

Nikki Reimer is a carbon-based life form currently residing in Southern Alberta. Her latest book of poetry is My Heart is a Rose Manhattan (Talon Books 2019). Her poetry, non-fiction and artworks have appeared on stages, billboards, public art exhibits, pop-up bistro menus, and in various magazines, journals and anthologies.
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