a piece of bone
the tapping of my fingers –keyboard, desk, head, chest
peel back a fingernail to see all of O’Neill’s words
crunching each fillet, tattoo-happy for Beckett, Shepard –the lot
the coffee pot boils over, my cigarette stained eye, a fang, a lisp
Capote turned vampire overnight –a coin toss made it happen
“eat paper if you’re hungry” i scream into the mirror
reflection, gyrations blend a whisper “Pinter’s party sucked”
back to the drudge, to the bed, head to hand –to no man’s land


Poem by Jacklyn Janeksela

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