by Lisa Martino

The Cost of Full Flavor

If I hadn’t rebelled against
the coffee lid,
my cell phone
wouldn’t have drowned.

Anteros

Love against love
bulldozed into fall.
And buried me in the broken earth.

Blunt

Driving to Pittsburgh would be
boring without
an altered state of mind.

Patchouli

Smells like dirt.
Lover, come.
Soil your hands.