& then:

                                              /Summer/                                                                                                                    /Sad Genius/

I request you teach me how                                                                          When Daddy asked

Amidst an evening of sitcom date-ability                                                    You glanced the passing highway

January in way and morning as                                                                    The familiar light store beacon

Witness—                                                                                                     Chandelier & sconce

Two bees conferring                                                                                    Cheek gone against window

When will sarcasm suffer?                                                                          What hole for neon stars?

Salt Lake and Boulder,                                                                                 That time he about

The lean-to sincerity                                                                                     You were very quiet

I am but a focus on the line                                                                          Licks in your scotch

SHARON ZETTER writes words between co-editing the journal Retired Unicorn, book binding, and battling with paint and yarn. She is currently working on building a dacha, possibly made of straw, with five other humans. Documentation of their exploits can be found at dachaproject.com. Her poems have found home in Hanging Loose, Slipstream, Sorry for Snake, Soft Skull and Blood Pudding Press.