portion of the artwork for Adam Day's poem

The Birthday Party
Adam Day

Morning ferry
after a night

of carnations,
a deserved toast.

Now, the rail station
burning—unanswered

telephone in the dark.
Too much wind

and cigarettes.
Green night

in my hair.
Eyes all over.


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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 47 | Spring 2016