For a Day and Another

Another night and
this terrible lust
consumes me,
fervent and appalling,
thirsty for the bottle,
willing to eat glass,
airplane crash,
take one for
the losing team.
It’s like swimming in
fish guts or human entrails,
oil in the eyes with their mouth
that won’t stay shut.
Even victims have desires
that need fermenting,
but the boy I hit lies
in a box underground
with me here in this one
where tomorrow yodels into oblivion,
strangling me with its
garrote of ellipses,
prison for a day and another,
for a day and another.

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of four books, most recently the story collection, This is Why I Need You, out now from Ravenna Press. You can find more of his writing at

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