in L.A.
temperature
rarely
reaches the nineties &
that is wonderful.
but in the bakery,
scalding egg whites
reach into high
hundreds and when the
bowl leans over the
counter & splatters
your shin, your foot,
it leaves a lasting
impression & a blister
appears, imprinting
seven pounds of pain.
Andrew J. Stone is a 20-year-old dissident attending Seattle Pacific University. He hates the sun, sleeps under its shine. His debut chapbook, "Teenage Angst: The Ekphrastic Exercise," will be available from Collective Banter Press in January 2013. Other work has been featured in over 75 literary journals including: right hand pointing, Zygote in my Coffee, Misfits' Miscellany, Yes Poetry, Four Twenty, and Full of Crow.
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