Raining on all the lips that had ever been formed
Into the letter O
I watched it unfold
As I sat on my deck smoking a Djarum Light
The smoke rings were leaving my mouth like
Pah, Pah, Pah
Each exhale forming lifesavers
For all the drowning souls
For all the churches without arcs
For all my friends and lovers
For all the babies forced from their mothers’ wombs
It was so cold outside
And never are there enough layers to keep the bite out
To keep the heart from shaking
The body shaking
What I’m trying to say
Is that I’m a teeth-clattering-son-of-a-gun
A big wuss!
I can’t hack it!
I’m throwing in the towel!
There isn’t much else to do when the ocean recedes
And the tide never washes back in
Azia DuPont, a Minnesota native, currently resides in Southern California. She founded the small press Dirty Chai in 2012. Her writing has recently appeared in Maudlin House, S/tick, Crab Fat Literary Magazine, Dead Flowers: A Rag | Bohemian Pupil Press and elsewhere. You can find her online at www.aziadupont.com or via Twitter @aziadupont