By Heather Merrill

your beer bottles
in my car
they come crashing forward
every time
I stop, I leave
them there, for love
I guess someday
and leftover gold liquid
will shatter at my feet
but I love that sound
and leave them
there anyhow

I'm a 28 year-old student, completing the B.A. program at Antioch University in Seattle. My focus is creative writing. I arrived out here last fall in my grandmother's kickass station wagon, fleeing a job at a ribbon factory in New Hampshire to get more serious about words.


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