My Clavicle





 


 

My Clavicle

 

 

If today,

in this antique

forest of chewed

 

-up poems,

lightning trickles

the window

 

& ozone thickens

& we stay indoors

& dream in ultraviolet

 

just know

you are my clavicle -

my phantom dream

 
 

David Bankson

 
 

David Bankson was finalist in the 2017 Concīs Pith of Prose and Poem, and his poetry and microfiction can be found in concis, (b)oink, Thank You for Swallowing, Artifact Nouveau, Riggwelter Press, Five 2 One Magazine, etc. He lives in Texas.

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