'Origin Lager' by Stefani Boutelier
Let’s meet between the hops vines
from the smell of stale
IPA fermenting on the floor
Let’s move our eye contact
over the crowd of drunkards
somewhere, away from small talk of
booze and novelty
Let’s stop whispering to hear
smelling each other’s breath of brew
somewhere we can malt into each other
making this part of our perennial narrative
Copyright. Stefani Boutelier.
Stefani Boutelier is a teacher/educator. She writes to challenge herself and question the world around her. She has academic and creative publications in multiple genres.