4/2/2019 Poetry by Luke Kuzmish David Clow CC Chris Chris is a poet short stature and kinda permanently sad but not seeking any medication any quick fix because I don’t think he sees the world or himself as broken, as needing to be fixed he fishes and smokes light menthols when he can and he shares what he can even when he can’t Chris is a sparrow pecking rocks in front of St. Patrick’s anxious not about death but about returning to a place he’s not sure he has ever been. wooden teeth just like mom said they would I didn’t brush my teeth & they rotted & fell out of my head food just isn’t the same when you have wooden teeth and a vague guilt about not learning a lesson or caring enough to recognize a blessing Luke Kuzmish is a new father, recovering addict, software developer, and writer. He was born and raised in Erie, Pennsylvania. His work has been featured by Dope Fiend Daily, Octopus Review, Beatnik Cowboy, Poets’ Hall Press, Rye Whiskey Review, Ink Sweat and Tears, and Transcendent Zero Press. He will be featured by Rigg Welter and Mojave River Review later this year. His first full-length poetry collection, “Little Hollywood,” was published by Alien Buddha Press in 2018. http://lukekuzmish.com/ Comments are closed.
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