Poem by Lannie Stabile

Remembering Sunday on a Saturday Night

The road stretched like

lyrics, where there were lines

to cross

and a night to argue with

Crushed between

the passenger seat and a matchstick

body was my favorite hoodie

Lips like asphalt -

hottest during the summer

She said

I hope this makes you sad

And the metal hummed

beneath our blacked-out Vans

Lannie Stabile, a Detroiter, likens the process of creative writing to spanking ketchup: grueling, but necessary. Works can be found, or are forthcoming, in The Hellebore, Kissing Dynamite, Cauldron Anthology, Monstering, and more. She is penning a novel and chapbook, and recently became Project Manager of Barren Magazine. Twitter handle: @LanniePenland. Writer website: https://lanniepenland.weebly.com