Monday, September 20, 2010

Superstition

Superstition


A boy behind the counter pours
my name into my coffee where
it bottoms and buoys up cream
clouds of vowel (read: a pillow
warm day stirring smoke-break
sparrows).

--Meaghan Russell lives outside Baltimore, Maryland. She has previously published poetry in Calliope Nerve and The Sound of Poetry Review, and has work forthcoming in The Bitter Oleander and Skidrow Penthouse.

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