Recklessly red yellow tailed merlot made me southern sick and unfaithful inside summer sticks I burned every person down with cigarettes be-cause they’re disposable, then I covered up the smell at work with french fryer grease, or at least I tried to anyway
It was the year of catch and release so I packed a bag and headed for the end of the Atlantic
to work for my enemy, Remy, who’s made of pure oil and spoils the sea I grew up bathing in,
but still I needed the money and when I got it I returned to the pines
and slept beneath their charcoaled branches
Author Bio:
Samantha Coggin is a poet from Philadelphia who currently resides in Berlin, Germany. For three years she has been working on a collection entitled Saltines and Grape Juice, which plays with the broad theme of facades. Samantha graduated from the Writer's Foundry Master's Program in Brooklyn, New York, in 2015.
It was the year of catch and release so I packed a bag and headed for the end of the Atlantic
to work for my enemy, Remy, who’s made of pure oil and spoils the sea I grew up bathing in,
but still I needed the money and when I got it I returned to the pines
and slept beneath their charcoaled branches
Author Bio:
Samantha Coggin is a poet from Philadelphia who currently resides in Berlin, Germany. For three years she has been working on a collection entitled Saltines and Grape Juice, which plays with the broad theme of facades. Samantha graduated from the Writer's Foundry Master's Program in Brooklyn, New York, in 2015.
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