Dizzy and down, feeling that sickly centripetal pull, circling the drain
don’t let my weight pull you down
I would walk to your door, kneel down on your floor, and beg you to take pity on me if pity
was the medicine I need
I don’t need food
I don’t need water
I don’t need air
I don’t need words
When she lay down soft and let my
tongue wander where it would
the sound of air rolling through her throat was like pebbles
dropping into sand
“You remind me of somebody,” she said. “But I think he’s dead.”
I said, “You remind me of nobody.”
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Published by mikepowernyc
Named one of New York's Best Emerging Poets 2019, my poetry chapbook The New Normal was published by Analog Submission Press. My novel The Zoo was published by Cacoethes Publishing House. Other poems and short stories have appeared in Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Journal of Microfiction, and Sick Lit Magazine, among others. Other works include a staged reading of my play Digging Up John Barrymore, performed by Dreamcatcher Entertainment, and five albums of original music recorded with my band Late Model Humans.
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