Maybe it’s my birthday or just the blinds blinking into little sparklers. I have wishes lined up like the champagne bottles and cigarettes on the windowsill. Last night, I rode a crazy pill to the moon— & this morning, look in the mirror— I’m flush, a mimosa tree all summer. Well then, I think I’ll eat toast with apricot jam, powder my nose with sugar, grind coffee into my brows, brush nectarine on my cheeks. Call it good, call it a day.
Heidi Seaborn is Executive Editor of The Adroit Journal and author of [PANK] Book Award winner An Insomniac’s Slumber Party with Marilyn Monroe (2021), Give a Girl Chaos (2019) and the 2020 Comstock Review Prize Chapbook, Bite Marks. Recent work in American Poetry Journal, Beloit, Copper Nickel, The Cortland Review, The Greensboro Review, The Missouri Review, The Slowdown with Tracy K. Smith, Tinderbox and elsewhere. She holds an MFA in Poetry from NYU. www.heidiseabornpoet.com