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A Map Leading Toward Those Who’ve Abandon

I am becoming impatient by simply living in this I decree a coroner to watch over me at the latest LEGO convention Is it possible we are all destined to become a charred object I no longer look I look into the window and not out of the self I am Stevie Wonder when it comes to the format The pages curl and the autodidact steps into the noose provided by the nearest seductive teenager I have not yet fallen to the temptations of gold but have to the liquidity Is it all in the likelihood The arrows inflicted the Goya set to broil The birds in the places birds cannot escape The rain that wakes and the rain that requires a gas mask There is nothing new about this ammonia Corpuses writhe while we writhe in our sleep like waking up on the floor when you’re certain you’ve slept in the arms of another You can even hear her snoring even hear her snoring right now as you think I could be bowling I could be bowling I could be bowling alone and there would be nothing anyone could do to stop me but you stop yourself because you adhered to a screen and bound to a pension If ever there was a way out of this morass I would beg and beg and quit drinking quit viewing snakes on the ceiling quit distorting the closed captioning into what I believe

Joseph Goosey lives in Southern Pines, North Carolina. A dropout of the MFA program at George Mason University, he is the author of four chapbooks including STUPID ACHE published by Greybook Press.