God, let my whiskey-loose tongue speak well of itself. December, and it is blood-cracking cold. God, how have you been? I have taken the hoof and paw- beaten path. Funny, how calm it is to die of exposure. Bring back your arm of flame. Bring back light to the night sky. Listen, I am only one more gulp of cold water from never sleeping again, and I don’t have the heart to tell my dog. See, I am reaching. God, I only ask for one more spoon of my mother’s apple butter.
Gardner Dorton is a poet from Knoxville, TN. He received his MFA from the College of Charleston in Poetry. His work can also be found in Homology Lit, Rattle, Crab Creek Review and Glass: a Journal of Poetry. His chapbook "Stone Fruit" is forthcoming in February 2021 published by Glass.