Poetry: Wyoming by Phil Canipe

Wyoming  
 
Hookah bars were
a thing I did 
to impress people. 
 
I never knew 
what to say 
so I just smoked. 
 
First apricot, 
then cherry. 
Stone fruits let you 
play it safe. 
 
Eventually chocolate, 
a├žai. 
Something mint, 
maybe.  
 
Before long— 
Look here! 
Look at me! 
It’s Al Fakher and Fumari. 
 
Then it just got weird: 
Cinnamon Toast Crunch, 
Rocky Road, 
photos of mom and dad 
when they were still together. 
 
You can set fire to anything.





Phil Canipe lives in Charleston, SC where he runs a small family business. This is his first publication. You can find him on Twitter: @WatchPhilPost

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  1. A thin slice of ANXIETY..I just love this title

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