Chelsea DeRose

From Issue 2

Idaho Cento

i keep you in a flower vase
a fenced in piece of nothing
in dead parking lots, waiting
for the ashtray to lead me astray.

under florescent lights
in that jonquil dress
all the billboards
are our best friends.

on the shadows of over passing planes
made of hay and cornhusks
the moon is rowing
and the devil is a railroad car.

like a stretch of future graveyards
pin your heartbeat up as i light
a fire underneath myself, the bonnet
wears a wire albatross

singing just a little bit.