In Poems & Fiction

Awake as electricity,

I feel the square weather tightening

the velocity of my room.

I’ve got a ghost camera in my head.

It helps me to organize my nouns and verbs,

adjust my short-term memory.

My brother, Bob, says I’ve been cleaving

to within an inch of my life.

Says I should check myself in.

I guess he’s right.

Swan meat is no longer considered a delicacy.

Bob said, Don’t worry Miles,

it’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Nearly everyone could benefit from a better diet.

Besides, hear that thunder?

Even the sky tears itself apart

to get rain.


Right Hand Pointing, Issue 100, July 2016

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