i blare and blister my strange poems

by Jordan Trethewey

“poems are someone else’s clothes I slipped / into so I could skip town”

- Diane Seuss, frank: sonnets

I blare and blister my strange poems

tappity-tap in my phone notebook app are

weird women, brazen bastards, and someone

who I’d rather not name. Someone else’s

better-not-get-into-those-clothes-

again, and again, I

find I’ve slipped

fallen into

a discourse on nowhere, so

when I look in your eyes, I

feel as though I could

take a flat stone, skip

it across your town

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