Her Glass Eye Stares At Me Suspiciously

HOW HIS LIFE BECAME A SYNCOPATED FREE VERSE POEM

A Syncopated Free Verse Poem, by Jenn Howe

 

Loss of nerve.

Words not spoken.

The one chance,

missed.

 

Unyielding pain.

Aborted plans

and a different life.

Denial.

 

Acceptance.

Careful reflection.

Destiny and a new, nitid, nymphean girl.

Loss of nerve.

“You’re colder than yourself.”  — Interpol

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