XVI
Reckless of hand, a trembling knife Collaborative regrets I’m all juiced up on something but can’t tell what O memory have I got plans for you I’m so off-key I can feel my lips buzz when I sing The streets reek of smoked weed A thousand fires A language speaking for itself As one is wont An IT technician is the ghost in my computer The perfect disguise A cancelled innovation or the childhood that simply will not die A real downer but I’m not one to reminisce You’re going to miss me when you’re bored
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Justin Marks’ first book is A Million in Prizes (New Issues Press). He is also the author of several chapbooks, the most recent being Voir Dire (Rope-a-Dope Press). New work can be found in Effing Magazine, Harp & Altar, Raleigh Quarterly, Sixth Finch and Tusculum Review. He is the founder and editor of Kitchen Press Chapbooks and lives in New York City with his wife and their infant son and daughter.