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

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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/ 

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