consternation:
panic! doesn’t sound
like it, but “(hey) you know better
than i do” how a ticking bomb might sound
like a clock locked in a drawer.
Romanticized,
we were storied
boys of war, after girls,
dogs chasing birds.
To rip, slit flesh, feel
warm sensation against
teeth made us
salivate, watching them flitter off, away.
A recent RCNJ graduate, Lou Maraj has written two unpublished chapbooks, The Old Man Talking To Himself (2007) and because no one wants to walk over there (2009) and is presently working on a third, Stumbling Toward Sloatsburg. His work has appeared in Zygote in my Coffee and is forthcoming in Breadcrumb Scabs.
