The Ferrari California parked outside
The porn shop on Broadway
Is red like the roof of my mouth
Poked by the jagged corner of tortilla chip
Red like the cartoon heart
Glistening and throbbing
To the techno bass beat
Drop top drop panties drop acid
Washed jeans in the parking lot
Heat shimming over concrete
Red like the light at the corner
The smeared lipstick below
Bleary eyes and worn out paunch
Red like light moving away forever
— NOAH SOLTAU
Noah Soltau teaches about art, literature, and society to the mostly-willing. He is Managing Editor of The Red Branch Review. His most recent work appears or is forthcoming in Eunoia Review, Penumbra Online, Still: The Journal, and elsewhere. He lives and works in East Tennessee.