Hot Sauce

Erin Jamieson

your words blister in my mouth before sunrise, before my body wakes your etch disappointment in tetra colored glances, the way you grip my hands as I assemble goat cheese omlettes reminds me of that evening- two months in-- you kissed my neck only to whisper you loved me enough to make sure I stayed safe from everyone else but steam mists windows mists my eyes: I cannot see well but I see more clearly than all these months I toss hot sauce on the kitchen floor grab my keys & leave your mess behind

Erin Jamieson (she/her) holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Miami University. Her writing has been published in over eighty literary magazines, including a Pushcart Prize nomination. She is the author of a poetry collection (Clothesline, NiftyLit, Feb 2023). Her latest poetry chapbook, Fairytales, is available from Bottlecap Press. Twitter: @erin_simmer