Lunatic P.O.V
prose by author name
2 a.m. but butterflies
feed on nectar past sun Store clerk looks askance & says no sir no more beer but here’s a hotline # Dropped the car sideways into tree-lap & bourbon An icepack might help my funny- bone laugh but a bruise is only yellow Are my pupils dilated with smoke, or arousal? The difference is inadequate Father says stop racing cop cars Mother says there are 12 steps Honey I’ve only known 11 in all my life; none are the way or the truth or the light Do not wait up for me I won’t come home Cleaning up other men’s piss for nothing I say let’s dance I earned two dimes last night my palms say wait we’re too busy sweating |
About the writer
Remi Recchia holds a BA in Creative Writing from Western Michigan University, and is currently an MFA Candidate in Poetry at Bowling Green State University. Remi's work has appeared in or will soon appear in Pittsburgh Poetry Review, Front Porch, Gravel, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Haverthorn Press, among others. Remi also currently serves as Assistant Poetry Editor for theMid-American Review and teach first-year writing.
|