by Jocelyn Anderson
I sat on Matt’s porch and saw the bluest sky
Where we smoked so many cigarettes
Where the dog I never saw is dead now
Obviously
“WE HEART OUR KIDS AND DOGS
AND WE HOPE THAT YOU DO TOO!”
The road to the school looks the same
but the parking lot used to be bigger and
none of that stuff was there when I went there
Two Dunkies across the street from each other
In Warner? It’s the end of the world
But that hill is as steep as I remember
Let’s go knock on that guy’s door
Whoever lived there really doesn’t anymore
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Jocelyn Anderson is a queer poet based in New Brunswick, Canada. Her work has previously been published in CV2, The Fiddlehead, Grain, and other publications
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