Thursday, June 25, 2020

Austin, Texas by Melanie Browne

We laugh at their
pretentious talk
about soda
and expensive
recreational pastimes
You might choose between
dandelion ginger water or
perhaps
tumeric sparkling saffron
is more to your liking?
There is no
shade from
this brutal sun-
so we hide in
a random
Mexican restaurant,
sip skinny margaritas
and with the hills
surrounding us
pretend we are
in California



Melanie Browne is a poet and fiction writer living in Texas. She has been published in various journals and online literary magazines such as Pulp Metal Magazine. She has also been included in several anthologies, including Zombies Galore and Everyday poets 2.

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