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Fist City

Tyler S.

The letterbox part of your brain,

Once used to notice weather patterns,

Migrations of birds, animal tracks,

Now hunts for meaning

Among words strewn in the glare.

Hold me Loretta, 

Together let's peek

Behind the curtain, to the other 

Curtain and the curtain

Behind that. The monster

Frantically staging props, a scene 

We can look at, so we don’t see 

Him crouched off-stage. An actor 

Prying up floorboards, twisting 

Light bulbs into the earth.