My Clavicle



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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