We first met at a golf course.
Hole eight, midnight.
Our friends, the other couple,
disappeared at hole nine.
I remember we walked all three pars
holding hands, our hips bumping,
stars dropping light on watered turf.
We kissed for no good reason.
I’d first seen your face
not three hours before, in the dark,
but we sat there, moon fizzling
through limbs, dew gathering on us,
so what the hell?
October morning chill. Sun still pink
under the warm horizon. The sky blank,
except for Jupiter and Venus, glowing hot.
The dogs pee, sniff,
knowing my wife has filled
their food bowls. They’re certain.
In what world would their food
not be waiting inside after morning potty?
She kisses me quickly, leaves
for work. I watch her drive away
past all the shining dew.
Cody Shrum is an MFA candidate at the University of Missouri-Kansas City with a fiction emphasis. Cody’s fiction and poetry have appeared in such journals as Five on the Fifth, Rust + Moth, Kansas Time + Place, and velvet-tail, as well as the anthology Kansas Time + Place: An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. He teaches Discourse at UMKC and is a producer for the Fiction/Non/Fiction Podcast through Literary Hub.
Monthly Editor Melissa Fite Johnson’s first collection, While the Kettle’s On (Little Balkans Press, 2015), won the Nelson Poetry Book Award and is a Kansas Notable Book. She is also the author of A Crooked Door Cut into the Sky, winner of the 2017 Vella Chapbook Award (Paper Nautilus Press, 2018). Her poems have appeared in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Broadsided Press, Whale Road Review, and elsewhere. Melissa teaches English and lives with her husband and dogs in Lawrence, Kansas.