Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

Anvil Chest–Skylor Andrews

other people feel this too

 

other people

feel

this

mess

 

this time

 

this                  place

 

the crush of the anvil                          chest

 

comic

 

comedic

 

comedian on the stage of your

forehead

anchored by

eyebrows

 

walking within worry

lines of a worry

wart

 

sorry                I digress

 

I digest

I ingest

I instigate

 

I, with an eye to the isle

of bile

building

burning,

 

private eye      for your private eyes

investigate

 

inhalation vacation

lungs still

function                                               less

 

lest leave the least

let’s

 

 

e

x

h

a

l

e

r

i

o

b     e     t     e       n

r     a   h

 

other people                                       breathe

 

tickle nostrils

belly                 full                   ribs

 

stretch

            2

                        3

                                    4

                                                5

                                    6

                        7

            8

                        and break

 

a leg thru

 

curtains

 

stop

 

rehearsal

 

drop

 

stage

roll

 

role of a lifetime

 

time

time

 

breathe                        other people feel this too

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