Poems by Matt Starr
Matt Starr
Issue 32
Poetry
SLUSHY
i didn’t know
the joy i’d feel
when i bought you
the lemonade slushy
at the fair today
had i known
this drink
would turn to pee
and end up in my mouth
i would’ve
ordered you 2
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HEAT STROKE
it’s 8am
and i lie naked in my bed
like i always do
at this hour
the curtains are open
and i let the sun hit
the crack of my ass
i flex my cheeks
opening and closing them
controlling
the amount of rays
that go inside me
the day must begin
but not
until i’m fully charged
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Slushy and Heat Stroke are from Matt Starr’s forthcoming book of poetry MOUTHFUL.
Matt Starr is an artist, gallery director and co-founder of Dream Baby Press.