Confidences

by Jeffrey Hermann

S. Laiba Ali

God bless those who don’t wake up to task lists. Peace be to the humans who sleep late and miss garbage day, who have to live with the odor another week. The wind is whistling through the tall grass, through your lips. Let’s photograph us on this bridge. Let’s come together around this tart I made for dessert. I made it with love. I made it without sugar because of your diet, your starving.

We’re going through a difficult time. A tunnel, a path thickly forested. Mountains stiff peaked. Good night, good night my sweet. Don’t dream of me though your system is full with my art, full with my tart. Sink deeper into your feathers and plastics. Let how much you fear gondolas and space capsules leak out. Let it leave you via the window down the hall. Via the highway to New Buffalo. Via crawling on your hands and feet soles. Good morning.

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Jeffrey Hermann’s poetry and prose has appeared in Hobart, Palette Poetry, Kissing Dynamite, Juked, Feral Poetry, and other publications. Though less publicized, he finds his work as a father and husband to be rewarding beyond measure.