Dear Elizabeth, lately the weather seems perfectly
calibrated to my ability to make connections. Sometimes it feels as if my body heat soaks through the sheets to stretch out in the open air. The memories of magnets help, though I still sleep in the greenhouse most nights. I hold your name in my mouth to distract myself, flex my fingers in the silence created.
Matthew Mahaney was born in one place, grew up in another, and has since lived in several more. He currently lives in Tuscaloosa, where he is an MFA candidate at the University of Alabama. Other poems appear or are forthcoming in Caketrain, Blue Mesa Review, and Sentence, among others.