like despair
like the endless pit of your stomach
swallowing you whole feels
like a plastic bag
one strong wind and you’re sailing getting stuck on tree branches
a general eyesore really it isn’t fun
funny or worth
the fuss this floating
uncertain body suspended on nothing
just blood bile and viscera
freefalling in a vacuum
About the Author
Jarek Jarvis is an emerging Hoosier poet, and current MFA candidate at Western Kentucky University. His poems have appeared in Washington Square Review, Corvus Review, and Ignatian Literary Magazine.
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