Poetry / December 2017 (Issue 38)

Soft Tank

by James Shea

I dub everything in my own voice.

My mouth never matches perfectly with what I am saying.

I'm sorry.

Life can be life-like, if you like life.

The winner in the winner's circle is always the circle itself.

Can't see that star in the sky?

It's like someone left a flashlight on in the bottom drawer.

Last night, it rained inside a mall.

There's very little crime here, but there could be a war.
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