National Poetry Month : Heather Sweeney,

#HIP

In this Spring Break selfie

I wear a coat of fireball

& roller skate through 7-11

As Psycho Killer plays

My tee shirt says slay

My coffee cup says West

Coast Icon but really 

I’m just a bag of stale

Chips a flat soda

A key chain with two

Cherries hanging

From your hip

Heather Sweeney, she/her, lives in San Diego where she writes, teaches and does visual art.  Her chapbooks include Just Let Me Have This (Selcouth Station Press) and Same Bitch, Different Era: The Real Housewives Poems (above/ground press).  Her collections, Dear Marshall, Language is Our Only Wilderness (Spuyten Duyvil Press) and Call Me California (Finishing Line Press) are both forthcoming.  You can also find her at https://www.heathercsweeney.com