Stood Up At The Heartbreak Festival
By Travis Stephens
Pretty good turnout at
the Heartbreak Festival.
The rain didn’t affect people much.
A kebab stand sells
spicy, marinated cubes of heart.
Temple of Misery Tea House is pouring
an herbal blend that has steeped
48 hours in a lukewarm
bath of pity root and regret flower.
I am going to the Recovery Lounge.
It has three bitters on tap,
sliders, no Happy Hour but
red wine is always 4 dollars a
glass, rye whiskey six bucks
a pop. Not including a tip.
I was supposed to meet a friend
here but she never showed.
They keep the clientele away
from the jukebox.
Travis Stephens was raised on a dairy farm. He earned a degree at University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire, before departing for the West Coast. Stephens became a sea captain and now resides in California. He has been published in the Upriver anthology, NOTA, Stoneboat Review, Crosswinds Poetry Journal, Havik, and Pennsylvania English. His was a Poem of the Week for Silver Needle Press and other work will appear in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature the winter of 2018.