cryptid in july poetry day 07, the van meter visitor

 

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