Author name: Rattle

Poems

Just in Case You Should Meet Me on the Street

It’s come to this. Since last February I haven’t
touched you or anyone, save for my mechanic,

but that was by accident and in March and it
was only a handshake because I forgot he could

kill me without meaning to and, besides, I’ve known
him since junior high school.

Audio, Poems

Gay Chicken

We were nine and eleven with no concrete name
to christen the hunger in our loins. Fire,
then brimstone: wingless birds impatient
to fly the coop.

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