I should’ve seen it
under the full moon
a fresh pile
glistening on the
cobblestone pavement
of old St. Anne’s

but I didn’t
and now I walk
with the telltale stench
embedded in the treads
of my imitation
leather sneakers



J. Archer Avary (he/him) is thrilled to have new work up at the Daily Drunk. You can find his other poems and stories in Journal of Erato, HASH Journal, and Horse Egg Literary. He lives on a tiny island in the English Channel. Twitter: @j_archer_avary