Issue Two - Lisa Haviland
Markers
Numbers, digits
repeating
road after road
Never listen
what you’re told.
Presence
You got it
or you don’t
know me
the way you wanted
to have me hands and
knees to please,
a fantasy even you
could never believe
But you can talk it
till I grow too
tired to care
that I rush right by
rhythms once reveled,
before the record
star-ted
scratch-ing
bad grooves,
lone dudes
and wo-men
I didn’t care
to live up to.