Poetry by Kimberly Wolf

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My mania grabs the mic

Hello, good evening, everyone, everywhere
I know we’re all
coping
but I’d like to take a few minutes to talk about MY demands desires
I know we are really loving 
the sudden fixation on bread
specifically the construction of it
but hear me out:
what about a road
what about a road that has many twists
it starts outside our door and it definitely does not end
it can’t end
it doesn’t want to end because if it does we get bored
the road stretches for days or for
however long we can keep the car on the road
stay in your seats please
I have to say something
I’m sure it’ll be important
what about we drive to a mountain
so big we could just dissolve
what about a mountain so beautiful we
die
wait wait
what about at the end of the road
there is a bar that’s open eternally
and we have one thousand dollars
and it’s ladies’ night
and everyone who cares about us has gone missing
and doesn’t that make us free?
there’s a bar at the end of the endless road
we can do anything 
there are a hundred people inside and they all want us
they don’t care about the wasps in our chest
they are strangers to us and
okay
what if they all had the face of our lover
would that make it better
wait please
I have so much non-sense to make
just a little longer
please I promise
I swear this is going to be funny
one day this will be so
hilarious

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Kimberly Wolf is a bipolar mom living in Texas who wants to know the name of every bird. She enjoys driving halfway across the country to see a mountain. You can find her poems in Nymphs and Trampset.

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