Today marks the last day of pre-order sales, so be sure to visit Finishing Line Press and order Matters of Record. Here’s another piece of one of the poems you’ll find in your copy.
From “The Divorce”
“I put the smelling liquid
to his mouth,
and still I taste him—cigars and Guinness.
It took ten minutes
for his jaw to slack, eyes to fall.
Dim-witted boy, my love, I dropped him
in the Wallcomsac.”