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go ahead and run

run screaming like Linnea Quigley

from me, the disfigured monster


instead, you’ll crawl away

slithering into the brush, to hide

until I’m gone


{ The barista at Starbucks asked my name

with resigned apathy. Then, she had the nerve

to draw a smiley face in the froth

of my cappucino. Later that evening,

splashing through the pissing rain,

I rush into a bar off of Mass Ave. 


The Starbucks girl is the hostess.


“How many ?”, she asks me,

with the same resigned apathy as before.

She has no recollection of me,

or of the damned smiley face that she drew earlier. }


go ahead and run

run screaming like Jamie Lee Curtis

from me, the hideous leper


instead, you’ll lurk in shadows

listening with rapt attention

until I draw my final breath





Insignificant Other by Jeffrey Littrell


it’s sometimes a dismissive glance

or just a cold, hard stare

that breaks apart my self-esteem

laying my emotions bare


paths are left untrodden,

I’m perpetually alone

carrying a burden

that weighs heavy, like a stone


sunrises come and go, unseen

I sleep, but do not dare to dream

I reach for a hand that isn’t there,

imagining I smell her hair


I play my guitar, I don’t know why

my harmonica weeps, it starts to cry

the chords I strum drip sacrificial blood

as dark as a tempest, as deep as a flood



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