October Split

Outside, streetlight
            orange orb gas light.
            5 AM fog.
Haunted air
            but you’re behind
the hotel television
            a jungle of wires, vine cables.
            And I should be asleep
according to the doctors
and ads on the internet
            MSN homepages
sponsored content.

Someone said
            October was for
            going home
but I’m nowhere near

halfway to Halloween
            to our pumpkin-skinned president.

Sitting on a pullout couch
in Nashua, New Hampshire,
            freshly broken up and sober
thinking about Roanoke.


M. N. O’Brien received his B.A. from Roanoke College, where his work was published in On Concept’s Edge and received the Charles C. Wise Poetry Award. He currently lives in Roanoke, Virginia, and feels awkward writing about himself in the third person. His recent work has appeared in Quatrain.Fish, SOFTBLOW, and the Ekphrasis Review.

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