The moment is / sweet snow cone syrup / red purple green and / mouth-stained-blue / you are afternoon sun / and lemonade bright / you are / heaven made new / we write out names / in the dust / we sing / to each other / like birds do / I wonder / if I kissed you / now / would it stain my mouth too? / but I am / too many angles / all the wrong words / I am / fear-of-God frightened / and not just of you.
Meagan Patrick lives and writes in Memphis, TN, where she works with her service-dog-in-training and closest confidante, Jyn. Her work can be found or is forthcoming in Mineral Lit Mag and littledeathlit.