skeleton poem

by Marty Shambles

i ride around with a skeleton

in my car. the bones are a

metaphor for something. people

walk around mad at the news—

fuming at headlines. i don’t know

why people watch the news. it’s a

bad show, designed to make you angry.

it’s a product like everything else,

paid for with attention. everyone

vies for my attention, but i just

drive with my bones, waiting for a

metaphor that never comes.

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