Jarek Jarvis
O’ America
where a five
-thousand pound
killing machine
is required anytime
you need to buy
bread, or milk,
really anything.
America,
the dream.
we make
ourselves
miserable
then patent
and sell the
cure for ten
times the profit
point. Nothing
ever sticks though.
Not the pot
not the pills
the new car
or smart watch.
We build up
not out. Embrace
the sprawl.
Don’t stop
to meet
our neighbors
Mine, I am
convinced
are sentient
space fog that
only assume
corporeal form
behind the
closed door
of their
box. I never
knock.
About the Author
Jared Jarvis is an emerging Hoosier poet, and current MFA candidate at Western Kentucky University. His poems have appeared in Washington Square Review, Corvus Review, and Ignatian Literary Magazine. He can be found @barekbarvis on Instagram.