Ite, missa est

There are sirens under the bridge, pal:
remarkably lithe, pale women waiting for you,
their husky voices thick with sugar,
Lucky Strikes, & cum. Like your bitter
dream of cupcake-shaped breasts, this is true.

Many friends will mourn your mud-spekt suit
with pomp & tears & bells. Henry survives
the crash. Henry swims with laurels
through the city of lakes. 

After attending summer Creative Writing programs for six years as a kid, Cimarron Burt went on to earn their Bachelor's and Master's in Creative Writing. Time spent as a student deepened their passion for education, and they began their career as a language arts instructor in 2014. Cimarron's poetry has appeared in several publications both in the United States and Canada.