A POEM by CLEM FLOWERS

You, Me, and 1959

Salvation

was promised every Sunday

but I only ever

found it in your lips

when we'd sneak

a kiss

back behind the Noah's Ark mural

in front of the rec room with the carpet going halfway up the wall

when Sunday school let out for the main service

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Clem Flowers (they/them) is a poet, eldritch horror, & soft spoken southern transplant living in a mountain's shadow in Utah. They're on an eternal quest to be the host in constant disbelief in an infomercial. NB, bi, and queer as the day is long, they live in a cozy apartment with their wonderful wife & sweet calico kitty.