Poetry from Maggie Fulmer
Out of Order
I insert the dollar four times
before I notice the sign.
My mom isn’t around, but I can hear her –
If you roll your eyes again, they’ll get stuck like that.
The kids on the corner pretend the stone wall is a balance beam –
gymnasts with cherry Icee tongues and cold fingers.
I can’t remember the last time I skipped, I think
but I keep walking anyway.
Maggie Fulmer is an emerging writer from Kentucky and recently received her MA in English from Northern Kentucky University. She received her BA in journalism from NKU in May of 2017 and currently works as a copywriter. She has been published in the independent literary magazine, The Coil, and the journal, Dime Show Review. When she is not doing reading and writing things, she can be found doing music things – this includes playing guitar, spending too much money on concert tickets, and singing along obnoxiously to showtunes in the car.