Sand in the Wheels

Sand in the Wheels



you must have rubbed

against it in your sleep

because what was once

a fold now gapes, pink,

open, each clash

with the teeth next door

shoves the ice pick

another millimeter closer

to the basal ganglia,

to the freedom

of stasis in perpetuum.



Robert Beveridge


Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise ( and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in The Artistic Differences Project, 1870, and Mason Street, among others.


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