LIVING THIS WAY IS A CRUEL JOKE
Haley Guthrie
moronic moon do you think i care
about your light, there is just too much
surrounding darkness, no shadows, only
the familiar fetal crunch of my knees
popping into panic. the useless mouth
of mourning eradicating the voices
racing hummingbird speed.
i can eat while keeping constant motion
i can soar worlds away from counting
pounds, debt, doctors
look, i can die while flying
This poem is part of a collection of pieces that will be published on the blog through April and May 2025 leading to the release of Bombay Gin Literary Journal Issue #49, in the strangler fig.