Art by Mieko Hara Poetry by Maxwell Reikosky 
You sit, and spin
And look for something
You can’t remember
You wish was there.
Clock stalls on the desk computer.
The water tastes like mercury.
Cigarette burns your hand.
The uniform goes unwashed.
Your co-worker says
“I have a present for you.”
You turn, you see
A dead ant preserved in scotch tape.
Mirror
Walk around
With your head down.
Your shoes are
Mirrors, so stare
And be comforted
That you can
Always buy
A new you.
The last bits
I jump from
The tip of the
Mountain top
And as I fall
I think,
I breathe.
What a curious thing
It is to live.
A Hip Time and Place
Mottled bricks and
Natural wood grain.
Mason jar hang over
Hung up in the attic
With the Blues Brothers
On a Wednesday.
You send your friends
“Pics.”
They wish
They were there.
Mieko Hara (Japan)
www.miekohara.com
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