FANZINE

Better than a poem at
getting someone’s attention
is a whistle. I just wish
everything was a muscle
I could strengthen and
use. But food travels
in particles and in waves.
On the weekend, it rains.
My neighbor, the locksmith,
plays an electric guitar.
Napkins fall from his lap
to the floor.
And over the East River
two identical snowflakes float.

It makes me sick.

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_{Andrew James Weatherhead holds a degree in Neuroscience from NYU, an MFA in Creative Writing from The New School, and is an Eagle Scout. His first book, Cats and Dogs, is forthcoming from Scrambler Books. He is originally from Wilmette, Illinois.}