by A.J. Huffman

Published in Issue No. 196 ~ September, 2013

My skin, burning with indignation, I am human

flint, waiting to spark at first touch. Your voice

strikes me fast, kindling caught in flame and force

of tornadic winds. Together we never stood

a chance. The second we met, we were already

ash.

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A.J. Huffman has published eleven solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. Her new poetry collections, Another Blood Jet (Eldritch Press) and A Few Bullets Short of Home (mgv2>publishing) are now available from their respective publishers. She has two additional poetry collections forthcoming: Degeneration from Pink Girl Ink, and A Bizarre Burning of Bees from Transcendent Zero Press. She is a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee, and has published over 2200 poems in various national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia, and Kritya. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. www.kindofahurricanepress.com