A SONG FOR SOUTHERN SUBURBS
Our king’s cross-eyed crystals
Dangle from a whistleporch, a windchime.
Sun setting grape, orange limeade paper-
Cup. Runeth away, old-war kettle polished silver.
Tipsy sour tea, sat out too long. Damnit.
Fetch granny her crystal, boy. Glass hips, these.
Rose hips, once grew dingy in a den o’ mine.
Slick denim haircut, cigarette gas-stove stain.
Daycare for sick dogs. Sick dogs?
Joshua James’ Hue is blue and burgundy.
He’s a wineaux.
Ethan Lucas is from Ocean Springs, Mississippi, and is an undergraduate at the University of Southern Mississippi. He has also been published in the Mississippi Gulf Coast Community College’s literary journal Illumination for his poem “Incisions.” He likes to walk and take small, square pictures of unimportant things.