We drug ourselves with container ships

Photo by Paulina K on Unsplash

It is another morning &
people pick up cardboard,
walk their Labradoodles,
sit at stop lights.

We drug ourselves
with container ships,
morning sex, mosquito bites,
razor burn.

The neighbor child
toddles uphill,
I toddle with her —
my thumb just as wet.

I wish a god could witness
the smack…

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Trapper Markelz

Trapper Markelz

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Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com