Coco M. Keehl
with purple skies I kicking, spit with orange
sparkle mouth unfolding infinity into every direction
can you believe the comfy level of this awkward position?!
I am speaking not of love if you know I’m not not king
but still a little wimp goes a long way
but then the long long way down tries to show up
the gravity of setting sun. oh! the memories of memory
I’m just asking please hold my poles out tender
I want to quick release knot my hammock
for all the grand finales I have left.
Coco M. Keehl is a poet living in Michigan with her dog. She is founder of GRAVITON & poetry editor at Barrelhouse. Recent poems are in Hobart, WOHOE Lit, FIVE:2:ONE & Powder Keg. Find her @cmkeehl.