Jerrod Schwarz

Cold Butter

I can’t spread this, and the foal
bites at her aluminum gate. Two
squares – a chandelier and a hay loft.

Purple walls, storm clouds at the crack
of dawn.

You’ll just have to make do, she says.
A chic-yellow paver on a peat of toast; Grandma’s
aluminum knife fracks the meal-scape
uneven.

A black ceiling and floor, the louder clop
of hooves. A vacuum with plenty
of fractures.

Jerrod Schwarz lives in Tampa, Florida and is in a constant battle with his state's sweltering heat. He has been published in Jersey Devil Press, Four Ties Literary Review, and has work forthcoming in Squalorly.