I was led to believe by now I'd be famous, or simply
Unemployed & incoherent with at least one healthy
Narcotics habit hiding in my past
Or up my sleeve.
This was before I knew how it felt to hold a man back,
Three stories up, he was determined to die
His eyes went blank & his feet were
Slipping on the ledge.I remember asking my mother what she wanted for her birthday.
"Now, I just want honest kids."On Sunday mornings, my neighbors hurl beer bottles
A weak bladder & a bad liver.In a past incarnation, I stared at my reflection ’till
I've never been to Disneyland.I'm not sure if I can scale the walls, but I was
Pulled back by a universe of pins.The rats ’round here get thick on last week’s garbage.
& they'll scurry away.
–Matthew Olzmann, Hamtramck
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