When I saw you hanging words
On a thread – such well-packaged words! –
I was reminded of my dream
To one day throw-up on a talk-show
After a game of battle shots with the host,
While wearing a t-shirt with a peacock
Emblazoned across my vomit-specked chest.

I know I never attended your events
And I know I never showed you
What I was up to and I’m sorry
I’ve buried my meanings, writing into the
Void, crumpling between sickening snark
And sickly sincerity, expecting nothing
But to cherish the fruits on the falling trees.

Joseph Rodgers’s writing has been featured in Beyond Words, Empty Mirror and Cake Magazine.

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