Sunday, September 16, 2012

Joshua R. Helms


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.