The ends of words
lost, from a beginning
syllable almost
anything follows
star glaze
Speculate morphine
I was never arthritic
couldn’t drawer
what I wanted I wanted
to be an archetype like
my mother she decided me
of that
I pat her hand,
all framework.
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Jonathan B. Aibel is a recovering software engineer who lives in Concord, MA, traditional homelands of the Nipmuc. His poems have been published, or will soon appear, in Chautauqua, American Journal of Poetry, Lily Poetry Review, Ocean State Review, Pangyrus, and elsewhere.
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