In the city, I carried my nothing, we were both so tired. My nothing grew smog for wings.
I told a friend
about the end of the world, but she had a small child. How quickly
a piece of paper gets to be fire.
She told me I need to have hope. I have nothing but hope.
When you fuck me, we’re definitely
the unrelenting blue does not concern me.
Louise Mathias grew up in England and Los Angeles. She is the author of two books of poems, Lark Apprentice, which won the New Issues Poetry Prize, and The Traps, recently released from Four Way Books. She splits her time between Joshua Tree, California and Northern Indiana.