Maybe Baby

Maybe it’s contagious, maybe it’s raining, maybe a man with a counterfeit limp rolls a suitcase over abandoned railroad tracks, while fog throws flowers of rat’s breath at me, understated white petals and slightly wounded red, maybe the therapeutic hypnotist looks in my eyes and discovers political yard signs, or the drifting wreckage of thought clouds, or you in a dress waiting for me, drenched in the coldness of passing headlights.

Howie Good is the author of the full-length poetry collections Lovesick (Press Americana, 2009), Heart With a Dirty Windshield (BeWrite Books, 2010), and Everything Reminds Me of Me (Desperanto, 2011).

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