Camellia
No more teaching people how to liveand what to do. Today’s a star, orI am searching for the endlessendlessness inside myself. And in yourselfa flowering disco ball of foldingchairs clanging against my rather boney exterior.Also, in case you may know something, I’m lookingfor a non-alcoholic beer that actually tasteslike it’s drunk. I know I make it weirderwhen I stare, so I don’t look muchlike I used to in store windowsor on the spines of bookswith a blankness. No wonderI can’t find anything to drink. Water watereverywhere … And there’s a bleaknessto this unprocessed process, which iseveryday until never again. Soonerthan later I will wash up with youon a shore somewhere, tangled in kelpand old plastic bags, batteredby a shopping cart of bad clams,probably littlenecks or razors.If you’ve ever had a…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, May/June 2023