Death Valley

The ergonomic chair I got on sale 

can’t help my posture if the room 

slants down, the chair rolls from 

the desk into the bed, if there’s 

no difference between bed, 

chair, room, world, work, play, 

if I can’t sit up straight and think

about it now, already, still

I put my lips together, blow 

the motes off the keyboard, 

apply compressed gas in a can 

that turns as cold as the Dos 

Equis we drank last summer 

after driving ten hours straight.



Hilary Sideris has recently published poems in The American Journal of Poetry, Bellevue Literary Review, Free State Review, Gravel, The Lake, Main Street Rag, Rhino, Salamander, and Southern Poetry Review. She is the author of Most Likely to Die (Poets Wear Prada 2014), The Inclination to Make Waves (Big Wonderful 2016), Un Amore Veloce (Kelsay 2019) and The Silent B (Dos Madres 2019).

Categories: Poetry

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