to whoever finds the damn T.V. remote-
found wedged impossibly between
the cushioned cracks of a worn
pleather couch. Five bucks to whoever
will bring me my damn purse-
a faux Gucci bag, worth less than
the price of its discovery, found
forgotten on the sticky leather
in a hot, unlocked car. Five bucks
to whoever mows the damn lawn-
whose green blades stretch impulsively
upwards only to be cut down, their lives
lost and found in a measly five bucks.
Poem by Shylowe Sortman
Photo by Adam Strong
Shylowe Sortman is a 21-year-old English graduate of Flagler College in Saint Augustine, Florida. Shylowe spends her time working on her van and occasionally meeting complete strangers in grocery store parking lots to sell tools via Facebook Marketplace because she likes to live on the edge. Shylowe’s other work can be found in Midsummer Magazine, and upcoming in FLARE: The Flagler Review, and in DenkSport: Art of Julius Maximilian University in Würzburg, Germany.
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