THIS POSSIBLE LIFE
I trace our cuts again.
Time beneath
each other’s hands. A heap
of sound.
Streets all fluttering. Boy
walks
ahead of me always. He can’t
remember if he changed the
sheets.
He says his hands are cold.
A broken
window. How long will it
take
him to notice. We arrive in
the middle
of the movie & stitch.
There are only
so many days I can wear the
same face.
Joshua R. Helms is a candidate in the MFA program at the University of Alabama. His work is published or forthcoming in Copper Nickel, DIAGRAM, H_NGM_N, NANO Fiction, PANK, and Redivider, among others.