I see your shadow
burned into the wall
of the building across the street
which is being sandblasted
no amount of erosion
erases your form
from this monument
it is as if you were carved there
by your feet
sits a little shape
it could be a puppy
or it could be the head of your lover


About the Poet:
Robert Beveridge spends far too much time writing poetry (recently: Guide to Kulchur, The Starving Artist, Rat’s Ass Review, Forthcoming: Sonic Boom) and making noise ( when he should probably be attempting to make money. He finds coffee insufferable, prefers cricket to baseball, and spends as much time as possible in the company of his fellow dissolute wastrels. He lives just outside Cleveland, Ohio.


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