FANZINE

People you love
are eating without you.

But you’re not alone, idolatry.

The pipes are clanging.
Noumena of credit cards.

Light cold enough to make
any room feel empty.

It’s ok.

That’s not my birthday.

You won’t see me, tonight.

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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, was recently released from Scrambler Books. He is originally from Wilmette, Illinois.}