A Uselessness of Amadons
Asked how I ended up breaking into
the high school. Perfectly, myself dragged a gym-horse to a classroom,
said to it Something wrong with how
you keep my adrenaline away from me.
What a thing to do, dividing myself
between a piece of gym equipment
borrowed & a mind gone off when
no one told to answer. & yes, knew
we were distinct. & yes, still climbed
my arms around & hung under gap
at the middle of it where wouldn't
fit what wanted like birds outside
surgical in how they hide the night.
Samuel Amadon edits Projective Industries with Stephanie Anderson. He lives in Houston.
PSA EMPLOYMENT DATES
Intern, 2005-2006; Screener, 2008
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