a poem about van meter visitor
I fly across the stratosphere
because my go-to strategy when seized
by feelings I don’t want to feel
has always been to throw things
any object in my vicinity
I throw and throw,
and I keep throwing
so now I throw my arms
out like superman
and fly through the night
until my arms start shaking
then it’s arms behind my back
like I’m impersonating a salmon
halfway up a river
and scream inside my brain
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