active decay – poem

Originally published in July 2021’s copy of SNACK – read the mag here

the sign at the

mouth of my

street fell off its

posts. it was

wind battered,

rusted at the

edges, the letters

scraped away. it fell

and it just laid


and then its

heavy corpse


gone. and now

no one knows

where i am.

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