Exit to the good fire up on the golden flower pathway and the voice carries all over the soup bowl valley- tears, epiphanies, a sea of true joy, and I swear we all floated a few inches off the ground- all this because of the forlorn beauty he had to get out to get the weight off their heart after another night of rain and another night to hope they’d see him come home

Sure, they’d seen the ochre coffin get lowered into the craggly dirt. 

But they knew if they were patient and waited all night every night and sang their favorite songs and kept the porch light on at all hours they knew they’d see those tired eyes & honey smile & his favorite work shirt come thru the door. 

They knew.

Clem Flowers (They/ Them) is a soft spoken southern transplant living in spitting distance of some mountains in Utah. In an eternal search for the perfect sweet potato fry. Nb, bi, and queer as the day is long, they live in a cozy apartment with their wonderful wife & sweet calico kitty.