This poem is taken from Stand 248, 23(4) December 2025 - February 2026.

Erin Vance This Used to be a Holiday Inn
She made him mint tea with a dash of rosewater and lemon,
A fat spoonful of honey. He thought it tasted like soap but
He drank it anyway and read to her from books of newly-
Published poems. Their skin smelled of chlorine from
The hotel pool where they swam alone under the watchful eye
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