by Matt Dennison
Like that dream where you’re pulling out a wild hair
and it keeps getting longer and longer until you have
great piles of it all over the floor and then it catches,
stops spooling, and you realize you would end up
pulling out your entire insides if you continued,
or when you’re driving down the highway and
your father’s right hand extends through the
windshield for that farewell handshake
at last, fake kettle-steam on a cold
winter morning can be equally,
if not more so, deceptive—
for unlike with the others
nothing is achieved: no
iron struck between
our sustenance
and heat.
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[Matt Dennison is the author of Kind Surgery (Urtica Press) and Waiting for Better (Main Street Rag Press). His work has appeared in Verse Daily, Rattle, Bayou Magazine, Redivider, Natural Bridge, The Spoon River Poetry Review and Cider Press Review, among others. He has also made short films with Michael Dickes, Swoon, Marie Craven and Jutta Pryor.]
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