TWIST OF LIME
the static breaks in just
before the announcer
reads off the list
of shelter locations.
Not that it matters
to the shin splints,
time to get ‘em
doctored up, ready
to lie in the back
of the car as we
drive around,
look for the muted
glow of lights
behind the boarded-
up windows
closer to town.
TRUTH FOR LIFE
Whether it’s a baluchitherium
or just another hippo you
cannot discern without further
study. You invite it to Popeye’s
for a shrimp po’boy with a side
of red beans and rice, then realize
it doesn’t speak your language.
PROTECTED HEALTH INFORMATION
when you’re pissing out
your ass and the director
yells “CUT” and you have
no choice but to respond
I’m already on the highest
dose of fen-phen my nutritional
practitioner can provide
so cool your heels, widowmaker,
compliance is the key
to universal harmony and incest
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in El Portal, Blood Moon Rising, and PTMN.TEAU, among others.
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