Poetry 2012 / Volume 43

love song for male pattern baldness, the open bottle of Lunesta on a nightstand — Chloe Reichelt

Late nights you sleep thin and restless, your eyes rolling like odometers beneath lids too pulpy to still them. One day you will not wake up and you know this. In the mornings, you knot your own brightly colored noose over a white buttoned shirt. You grow older with vegetable frailty. Each morning the greens … Continue reading