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Fingers Down Your Throat

     Zachary Scott


The heat from your

throat linked us

to the carpet of a

Tallahassee hotel

room. My fingers ached to the

third knuckle as you


vows to a reluctant

savior— your eyes sank beneath

the weight of war— dear Mary

Rose your crewmen wept

for their oblivion

wages but I

was too upset to

speak past fury.

The clock stepped from

tomorrow’s balcony and

defied your


defiant and

endless as love.

Zachary Scott is a poet from Tallahassee, Florida. He is currently working towards his B.A. at Florida State University. Zachary has worked as a kitchen manager for two assisted living facilities and is now working for a plant nursery. His work can be found in the Oakland Arts Review.

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