'Origin Lager' by Stefani Boutelier

Let’s meet between the hops vines

somewhere hidden

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.