Poetry – Page 17 – zakschafer.com

it moves all by itself

i struggled to do the primary function of my job, which was a bit embarrassing

four more hours until it is time to eat and already there is hunger

what i talk about when i talk about talking

morning on cannery street

when people ask me “where did you grow up?” i think they are just calling me fat

the north pacific is strewn with islands

the hierarchy of animals

a few women from Honolulu came in so i put down my fork and picked up the thread of laughter that they offered me

she told me about “misfits and dreamers” and i knew immediately that i could never match her wisdom

i saw the sky and then became it

everyone i know is lonely

in bee country one must remain ever vigilant

the goal is to love everyone

a series of minor inconveniences

i think i am angry but it’s more likely that i am scared

i look at the skyline. it lets me feel better

the only way to win is to lose

i was an anxious child

a few for you and a few for me, too

in defense of copies; digital, analog, genetic.

emotion in a neutral state

how to reduce conceptualization and experience Life as it is

in the Chicago Tribune young women write letters to the editor explaining why gangsters are cool

for James Wright and the gentle wasting of life