Poem in Zingara Poetry Review
 

I'm honored (and fortunate) to have my poem, "A City like a Dead Man," in Zingara Poetry Review this morning.

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A City like a Dead Man

I dreamed our city’s slender attitude,
of ruined moonlight
in the bombs. The dreamer’s femur is

the squeaky wheel. If love could only speak
and never hear, she said
between the bombs. I loved her

safe route to mercy. Lyme disease
and bombs had similar inaccuracies. On foot
she wandered through

pretentious fire. You wouldn’t think to
look at death, she said
at night, the doctor who delivered it

was darkness. As fever struck the garbage
dump, I dreamt I was her Carthage.

Congrats! I love dreamer/femur and garbage/Carthage!

Best,

Aaron

Thank you, Aaron! That means so much coming from you :)

Cheers,
Jake

Hi Jake,

I like it too. Enjoyed the whole thing. The last line is pretty resonant.

Cheers,
John

John,

I'm so happy to hear that!

Thank you for reading and letting me know :)

Safe travels today.
Jake

Congratulations, Jake!

Thanks, Erik!