It’s 7am and the sun says: kill yourself!
Jk I mean it’s more like “turn around you
weren’t meant to be alive in a way where
you are pummeling 70mph into me”
I’m tired. Of also. I mean, the sun.
We can split ourselves between locations.
So many locations. The sun is doing inflation
to my sense of self. Meaning the more
the less. Mean. Meaning I think
is lost here. There’s a difference between
the beginning and the end. The mean
of which is staring at the sun.
I’d meant to write about the blood
spurting from his neck. But then
there will be more of those the less.
Brendan Joyce
Brendan Joyce is a poet, teacher, and essayist, from Cleveland, Ohio. His poetry has been featured in Protean Magazine, Lithub, Reservoir, Sonora Review, Prolit and waxnine journal. He is the author of three books of poetry; Character Limit (2019), Love & Solidarity (2020) and Personal Problem (2023). Along with Kevin Latimer, he co-organizes Grieveland.