Tiny little devils spin around my bathroom with their arms interlocked. I try to write down today’s events in my journal but can’t get past the date. Pivot to nowhere. I’m bleeding from the temple, who am I bleeding? Stitches can only do so much holding. I take a new medication to help me be more in the present. Presently, we’re not that familiar with eeach other. A rubric might be useful, is that available? Or whatever the opposite of a foghorn is.

 

 

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MICHAEL BEARD (he/they) holds an MFA in Poetry from Bowling Green State University. Their poems have appeared or are forthcoming in BOOTH Journal, trampset, Puerto Del Sol, and other places. Michael is the founder and editor of the online literary magazine Paraselene. He can be found on Twitter and Instagram @themichaelbeard.

 

The art that appears alongside this piece is “susanna and the elders” by GRETA KOSHENINA.