long rise no knead bread, fire-seared
eggplant, grilled, lime aioli
Le Chevrot aged goat cheese,
Bibb lettuce, raw wild onion
Early September, our summer of crush,
the air sweltered sweetly across the spent-
over daisies after lunch, before the dusk,
our shoulders touched-just, your black T
to my white, Spy vs Spy, half-moon cookie,
smiling for the picture Marco took of us,
biding, pining; how we gave him the slip &
kissed in the hall before the kitchen, risking
everything, you wrapped the stone fruit &
pocketed the knife while the dogs watched
us run from the service entrance past
the bikes, where the crack of our hearts
went unnoticed on the beach amidst
the sand reed & shells. We returned
so slowly, til the mosquitos made us race.
Rogan Kelly is the author of the chapbook Demolition in the Tropics (Seven Kitchens Press, 2019). His work has appeared in Diode, New Orleans Review, The Penn Review, Plume, RHINO, and elsewhere. He is the editor of The Night Heron Barks and Ran Off With the Star Bassoon.