how we find each other high top vans that don’t meet the cuffs of our jeans overalls with a striped tee shirt the Janelle Monáe lyric we drop the vibes, the vibes, the vibes eye contact we hold just a little too long the joke we tell, layered inside another joke like flannel shirts we layer under denim jackets or roll up over the flowers tattooed on our forearms our keys jingling on a carabiner the Brandi Carlile lyric we drop the vibes, the vibes, my god the vibes the way we try to guess your sign bandanas in our pockets, our hair, around our necks legs crossed, talking with our hands eyes lock, eyebrows lift none of us can sit straight the flawless manicures with two nails kept short mixing patterns like a cocktail the Sufjan Stevens lyric we drop those holy motherfucking vibes walking past you so fast like we’re running out of time
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Jennifer Avignon (she/her) is a queer poet who lives in Seattle with her husband and lots of houseplants. She is a graduate of the MFA program at Seattle Pacific University. She serves on the editorial board of The WEIGHT journal. Her work also appears in Beaver Magazine, Amethyst Review, and Lingua.
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