I’m not half as bad

as Quinn tells her friends.

Phone to her ear,

she spills us…

By Andy Cooper

Before she left for college, 

we played stripped Twister 

on sweaty summer nights

that set the forest …

By Andy Cooper

One ticket, last red-eye.

“I'll take what she's drinking,” 

I say of the redhead ahead.

Glass in hand…

By Andy Cooper

Daylight spills,

blinds dance,

I shake with sobs.

Arms wide…

By Andy Cooper

Don't look at me—

unless you want the truth.

Stale smoke hung …

By Andy Cooper

Clothes on a clothesline,

a flash flood, dirty water

faith …

By Andy Cooper