LOCKJAW, Robert Beveridge

by Robert Beveridge

The sandman is your enemy, the intruder
who carves away your awareness of the wolves
who live in space and skin. Coffee
and micronaps can only take you so far,
however, and your lids hang heavy.
Close your eyes: the vampires await.

Mango on the tongue, chocolate, pale-
eyed children in line at the grill.
The hamburgers always go faster; this time
you swapped out elk, ostrich, rump roast
for the usual ground chuck. No one
has yet commented. Hot dog consumption
is no more brisk. You break out the long pig.

Jerk awake, the tremble in your shoulders
uncontrollable. You never remember
but it must, must be horrific. Renewed,
you prepare to face the battle once again.

Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Cake, Grub Street, and The Literary Hatchet, among others.

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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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