fall 2015 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2015 / Volume 46

Habits — Parker Ethan Krall

Subdue me with robin’s egg glow

blind me with the neverending scroll

in the dark under my pillow

 

monsters can’t find me here

and maybe I’ll stop listening to whispers

if I cram a fistful of guitars in my ear

 

nevermind they come from my mind

I can’t stuff a sock in my inner monologue

an actor who is way past his prime

 

and in love with his own voice

never shuts the hell up.

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