his efforts seem less than
adequate—his mouth moves,
shapes nouns, forms verbs.
gravity seems reluctant
to follow his commands.
the absence of smoke leaves
him silent, he moves to light
a cigarette.
he strikes the match,
sees words
alive in sulphur.
taking a drag, he listens
for a voice,
untethered.
by Alex Stolis
Alex Stolis lives in Minneapolis, Mn. He just quit writing poetry.
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