| couldn't get the tape
off the bottom the door
wedged shut from the inside, even
that | couldn't shake loose in the back the drawer
caught on itself wouldn't open
everything was in there my shoes, my keys, my word, my
dark secrets | was ready to free,
light, burdens, potency, exceptions, fucking
hammer, my out, my there, my analogue,
analogue's analogue, the reception, and the receiving, the deceiving
was in here how many corners were there
on all the surfaces forced to stay still
| moved, finding a familiar place in this
world of closets and rooms.
John Stovall has a B.A. in English from the University of Georgia. He curated the Dog Ear Poetry Series, was the Editorial Assistant at Verse, and is currently working on a series of "poems of addiction." John currently resides in Athens, GA and is the Assistant Editor at the Public School Risk Institute.