zachary kocanda
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To be honest I know you best through selfies, but I know there’s no ease in having tiny arms. I see you there in the bookstore trying to read, eaten by your sweater, pockmarked with lint, down to your mid-thighs, as you sit Indian style with worn knees in your tights, and no, I’m not going to make a blowjob joke here. Not in this poem. I’m saying this because I don’t use enough imagery and these dumb back-of-the-napkin poems are all I’m going to have in a year. Maybe one year from now you’ll be eating blueberries in the bath and I’ll be studying Cyanococcus on Wikipedia and that’s just a fancy word for blueberry. And no, it’s not the same, but we’ll both be like, Why are berries so important to me right now? And they just will be. So here’s an idea: If you have an hour and I have an hour, we can make each other out of clay and mash them together.
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ZACHARY KOCANDA studies creative writing at Bowling Green State University where he is the editor-in-chief of Prairie Margins. He tweets @ZacharyKocanda.
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