Summer Potlucky

There’s nothing to miss
 
            about Friday night teenage sex;
 
all button fumbles and boob flubs.
 
            Give me the sanctity of Sunday,
 
a backyard blue law sin day.
 
            ​Lawn chairs to straddle, cups
 
of sweet tea, dripping wet
 
            sloe whiskey burns so hot
 
the wind stalls, lets me lick
 
            the humidity off you.  Suck
 
your old-fashioned tongue
 
            behind your teeth.  Leave
 
a little privacy on your plate
 
            for cheese on that corn cob,
 
side of my okra, summer squash.
 
            ​Succotash me baby.


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 Fall 2026

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Christa Fairbrother, MA, is Gulfport, Florida’s poet laureate. She’s had poetry in Crannog, Epiphany, Pleiades, and Salamander, among others, and been nominated for a Pushcart twice. She is a poetry editor at Phylum Press, and she loves tea and avocados. Connect with her on IG @christafairbrotherwrites, or BlueSky @christafairbrother.

Art:  L. I. Henley 
“Scorpio Girl: After Rebecca Hart Olander's Singing from the Deep End,” 2026
Colored pencil, acrylic, notebook paper, found The Jesus and Mary Chain album art