Second Honeymoon by Thomas Zimmerman

The ceiling studded like a biker’s belt.

Wife’s wearing white, her fetish, and she takes

a belt of what you’re sipping. Now she’s dancing

with a guy who has a dart stuck in

his belly. Just imagine Pap’s syringe

in one of Momma’s lemon-carrot Jello

molds. Today you saw two bear cubs in

a tree. Wife slipped on rocks across a stream:

you caught her, smelled her cigarette, and kissed

her quickly. Now you sing alone to “Good

ol’ Rocky Top.” Twelve country 8-tracks stacked

behind the bar, like tablets of the prophets.

Mountains smoked inscrutably when you

arrived. How much loss they must abide.

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Thomas Zimmerman (he/him) teaches English, directs the Writing Center, and edits The Big Windows Review https://thebigwindowsreview.com/at Washtenaw Community College, in Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA. His poems have appeared recently in Grand Little Things, Sledgehammer, and A Thin Slice of Anxiety. Tom's website: https://thomaszimmerman.wordpress.com/ Twitter: @bwr_tom