Nothing that elicits or inspires desire
Is welcome in the place anymore
The wind that you hear crying
Isn’t crying out of hope or need
The hottest we can get is warm
But there is no bottom to the cold cold cold cold
The impossible, that became the unthinkable,
Became the impractical before becoming the inevitable
Now the words we were afraid to say
Have become carved in stone
On the markers of our graves:
“I don’t want that”
And “I do”
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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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