My Clavicle
If today,
in this antique
forest of chewed
-up poems,
lightning trickles
the window
& ozone thickens
& we stay indoors
& dream in ultraviolet
just know
you are my clavicle -
my phantom dream
David Bankson
David
Bankson was finalist in the 2017 Concīs Pith of Prose and Poem, and his poetry
and microfiction can be found in concis, (b)oink, Thank You for Swallowing,
Artifact Nouveau, Riggwelter Press, Five 2 One Magazine, etc. He lives in
Texas.
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