“Salt Morning” – Laura Munson
She’s got salt hair
No socks, no contacts
They’re half asleep but woke up to kisses
From a scruffy old terrier
Mimosas in one hand
Coffee in the other
Laughter dances in from the kitchen
Salt and stench in the
Charleston air
Moss on the trees
Bugs on the windows
Sand in the sheets
Years of each other on their minds
“books on main – Madison Yarborough
do you remember that summer day we walked into the bookstore across from our coffee shop?
coffee and tea in hand,
we went in to escape the heat
we were giggling so much with each other, the owner kept asking if we needed anything
all we wanted was to steal kisses,
in between the shelves
there are so many old books in that shop
we were so focused on each other,
we didn’t realize in that moment–
we were creating a book,
one day to be placed on one of those shelves
to be knocked down by two lovers stealing kisses
one of them will laugh and say,
“no, no wait. read this.”
they will be writing their own story,
while stumbling across ours
everything is yellow
