Maybe I’ve always chosen
the cloth monkey
over
the wire one, tazing
myself with absorption
Maybe I chewed the
apple
straight to the cyanide
Maybe I
queued behind myself,
ouroboros once or twice or
ten times over
Maybe I’m Sisyphus pushing
my own boulder back down
the mountain
Might I follow through with this,
these sotto calls to arms —
just a
red light run
away from where the action is
Let me will away this maybe-deluge past,
turn next times to yeses,
turn me to ours,
am to was,
no to you,
one day – now.
Joe Albanese is a writer from New Jersey. His work can be found in numerous literary magazines across the United States and in six other countries. Joe’s first novel, “Caina,” will be published later in 2018 (Mockingbird Lane Press)
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