Key West

The clucking locals rise early
and strut freely down the empty,
hung-over streets. A line of
Ernest Hemingway impersonators
gather on Duval, to watch the
shapely barista Svetlana
manhandle the steam machine.
Her dagger-like pink fingernails
scrape Ernest’s open palm,
giving him only a penny.
Sipping his Cuban coffee,
Ernest spots a woman with six
fingers, carrying a brown paper bag.
He follows her into the warm
gulf waters, disappearing
together among the mangroves.

about the author
Meredith Henrich lives in Dayton, and enjoys writing about the people, places and things she encounters during her travels. Her poetry has been read on WYSO’s Conrad’s Corner, and has also found its way into Mock Turtle Zine.