Maybe us 

gay poets are just here

chasing the sun

each word

a match that burns

our fingertips

while this hole

in the sky

gets larger 

give us

the needle & thread

to sew it together

hurry up please

we’re almost

out of paper

Mike W. Blottenberger lives in the Snack Food Capital of the World, Hanover, PA, where he grows organic vegetables. He and his partner of almost twenty years eat a Blue Zone Diet. Besides writing poetry, he enjoys photography, hiking, good martinis, and used bookstores. He also has a bonsai that is over a hundred years old. His poetry has appeared in The Baltimore Review, Gulf Coast Review, James White Review, The Pennsylvania Review, and The William & Mary Review. He works for a non-profit organization and teaches poetry in the schools.