I blame christopher
by Logan February
A hole in the fence can be scary:
who can tell what will slither into
your life and leave you paralyzed.
When there is all this running to
do. The blue Corolla dips beneath
a tunnel, you feel the ticklish terror
of living, what may follow. In the
temporary dark, something cold
presses against you. The
relentless asp has brought you a
sweet apple, the sweetest.
who can tell what will slither into
your life and leave you paralyzed.
When there is all this running to
do. The blue Corolla dips beneath
a tunnel, you feel the ticklish terror
of living, what may follow. In the
temporary dark, something cold
presses against you. The
relentless asp has brought you a
sweet apple, the sweetest.
Logan February is a Nigerian poet. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Washington Square Review, The Adroit Journal, Vinyl, Paperbag, Tinderbox, Raleigh Review, and more. He is a Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee, and his debut collection, Mannequin in the Nude (PANK Books, 2019) was a finalist for the Sillerman First Book Prize for African Poets. He is the author of two chapbooks, and the Associate Director of Winter Tangerine’s Dovesong Labs.
