Missing Crooked
Julie Lynn
For so long, I’ve scoured
thumbprints on maps, empty
corridors, boats in harbor, constellations
that refuse to navigate. Thick with shrapnel
and gutted like a shoe
without laces, I stumble, call for you
For so long, I’ve scoured
thumbprints on maps, empty
corridors, boats in harbor, constellations
that refuse to navigate. Thick with shrapnel
and gutted like a shoe
without laces, I stumble, call for you
fairytale posing as apocalypse
what would a queer story be
without fungus-wearing flesh eaters,
bashing in the heads of civilians
What was funny when the world existed
still holds—Dr. Oceanfront, Hall of Fame Top 10 Reviewer
is a favorite life of ours to consider—long after the last Amazon
Prime order went through, is he somewhere, out there
I leave a deep wound.
And between you and me,
nothing should be as crammable
as putty,
but when asked
what I mean to you
you didn’t blink once
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