Joel Felix

Walking Stick Walking Stick

We didn’t protest. It’s not like you’re going to get anything from anybody. They don’t have it either. And the new system moved pretty quick— I had found a feral walking stick stripped from a tree by a new June shower nursing trumpets of crumbled lilac & held her scarlet eye on the outpatient pharmacy line— If the breadth of the difficulty rejects one ardent name I may still call the hour a phasmid or phantom freely stealing my heart from the other needs that burn it.

Jul 2, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Joel Felix