GAR
Robert Beveridge
I opened
the door
and the world
was gone
so I went
and got
my rod
sat down
in the doorway
dangled my feet
over the edge
and cast
as far
as I could
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Stone of Madness, Thirteen Myna Birds, and Caustic Frolic, among others.
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