Not Love Organ by Nicholas Anderson

I walked into a men’s bathroom with the lights off.
I admit,
I had a little pregnant in me
and also the untamable fear that some people actually enjoy watching themselves

If you could take the trajectory
of every line to every poem ever written,
then you might be able to construct a somewhat accurate ceramic bust of her head,

at least have leftover splinters of love, lust, hate, hope, death and a heaping pile of
Mathias’s Creation Myths.


Nicholas Anderson is currently a writing student at the University of Denver. Originally from Chicago, he writes poetry to get some of the crazy out of his head. His work can be seen in Burningword Literary Journal.


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