you fuck your way across the country, peddling
Bibles and gas-station condoms

I read your letters
you can’t come home right now
you can’t get enough.

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Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Plainsongs, The Long Islander, and The Nashwaak Review. Her newest poetry collections are In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), Folios of Dried Flowers and Pressed Birds (Cyberwit.net), among others.

Photo: Johnny Cohen