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.