2nd Place : A Self | A.R. Martin

2nd Place : A Self | A.R. Martin


There was this one time when I blacked
Out and a girl lifted me over her
Shoulder with the strength of the hot
Sauce I hid in the pantry behind
The box of cake mix where you
Stashed your joint, the one you
Promised yourself you’d smoke the day I
Graduated, but you forgot it was
There just like you forgot that
Joints can’t smoke themselves
And you can’t breath when you’re
Too busy exhaling
Into me.


A.R. Martin, a Vegas local, writes poetry and short fiction. Her work has appeared in Hothouse Literary Journal and Echo Literary Magazine, both publications at her alma mater the University of Texas at Austin, and Yes, Poetry.