A Week in the Fangs by Robert Beveridge

When you put your ear up to the daffodil,
you swear you can hear the wings
of hummingbirds, the call of vultures
in the dawn. What this means for your
weed futures remains unclear, but you
feel an investment in echolocation
would be a prudent choice at this time.

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Robert Beveridge

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Blood and Thunder, Feral, and Grand Little Things, among others.