"This flesh ripped inside dreams or is it
part of reality
now? This headless body.
This bodiless head
like some form of contraband
floating above the
broken red
bed frames in the
dark space
with shrapnel
firing inside the cylinder
of my brain. Let's rock. I can't drive
my way out of this
collision course."
the beginning of my poem "Dream State Collision Course Filled With Secrets", one of two of my poems newly appearing in Misfit Magazine Issue No. 40, Summer 2025
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