PARTING POEM by KIT ARMSTRONG

After Brad Paisley, “Ticks”
Every atmosphere                         you bottle to your lips
was the other half                  of an idea. Let’s get out of
drive, find a moonlight,           kiss a path I used to keep.
The only thing we get is                 home; I’ve got what I
want. I’d like to walk                     places that are hard to
reach; I’d like to                                     walk sure to you.



Kit Armstrong
is a lifelong Westerner (Denver, Los Angeles, Boulder, and—someday—San Junipero) whose work has appeared at Hobart, The Indianapolis Review, BULL: Men’s Fiction, and elsewhere. They are on Twitter and Instagram at @uraniumsweater.

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