Marcus Slease

Seminary

I’ve had this
air only
rarely
everywhere
I look
there are
smart-eyed
inarticulate
creatures
dream dipped
in garter belts
I’ve read
too many books
dumb! fat! ugly!
what do
I love &
how do
I love IT?
we’d just
sit in seminary
feeling gross
I was gross
I kept
my head
down
to hide
my grossness
a picture
of Jesus
on the ceiling
when we
tried NOT
to make love
1AM 2AM
3AM 4AM 5AM
everything
was another life
leaving me cold
& wet
it’s called
night sweats
the untraveled
part of
this room
too scary!
too far away!
the museum
of my worries
coated
in thick foam
wishing you
hello
in monster
aisle
supermarkets
cars change
lanes
on mega lane
highways
I want to roll
my own
but I can’t
seem to
get going

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Marcus Slease was born in Portadown, N. Ireland and moved to Las Vegas at age 12. Currently he lives in the Docklands of East London and teaches English as a foreign language. His latest book is Rides (Blart Books, 2014). Recent poetry has appeared, or will appear, in Similar:Peaks, Glittermob, Prelude, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Toad Suck Review, Map Literary, The Atlas Review, and theNewerYork.

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