night works
it was a pleasure
getting lost with you in the kitchen lights,
our bare arms freezing
in the refrigerator winds,
watching
our dreams boil away on the stovetop,
the vomit of the night
and frosted flakes
clogging up the drain,
the night is over.
now he & i sit on that broken
stool alone staring into the windows of the world,
two asexual birds trapped in the lungs
of a sexy tomorrow.
two songbirds of an always strange morning.
James Pollard is a poet and novelist from Oakland, Nebraska. He studied creative writing and English literature at St. Mary’s College of Maryland. At St. Mary’s, he was a scholarship recipient of the 2019 Chesapeake Writer’s Conference and his poetry was featured in the Fall 2018, Spring 2019, and Fall 2019 editions of the college’s literary magazine AVATAR.
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