What’s it like to poison yourself
as the light dies in the trees,
little glimmers of ocean
meringuing in the wind? A smooth
silver canister releases its green
gas slowly into the week. I wish
I could help all the disgusting ways
I feel about other people, but
they’re the same disgusting ways
I feel about myself, and there’s
only so much room at the dog park
for new ideas. When you breed
me in the comforting glow of this
erotic fiction I never sent anyone,
that’s how I know what we have
is specialer than endless pancakes.
Tom Snarsky is a special education mathematics teacher at Malden High School in Malden, Massachusetts, USA. He is the author of Threshold, a chapbook of poems available now from Another New Calligraphy. He lives in Chelsea, MA with his fiancée Kristi and their two cats, Niles and Daphne.
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