No. 237
Metropolitan & Kent, Brooklyn 

The courage to fail but not 
the courage to quit we rotate
in a stationary place saying
I am ready for the earthquake
to bury me now I am waiting
for God to shout fuck you
right in my ear. Flip the hour
glass and begin again.
This time you’re in the city.
You were hoping for a jungle
metaphor. Race those rats.
Cannibalize that dog.
Try to speak with these
pennies in your mouth.

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This poem first appeared Issue 19 of No, Dear magazine. Purchase a copy here.

Words and images copyright © 2017 Shane Clements. All rights reserved.