Last to Leave

"I think of bars filled with smoke,
missed bank shots and broken darts,
free beer from the end of the bar,
a drunk friend you might see later,
someone you might never see again."
-from "Last to Leave"

"In Last to Leave, Christie Grimes two-steps through the heat and seasoning of Texas and embraces rural northern New York in poems that sweat and chuckle, question and speak of resolve. These poems are familiar with salsa and barrooms, classrooms, and warm kitchens. These are rite…