Andromeda

I asked the man to soak
the cigar cutter in Purell,
count off the days I couldn’t
wait to see you again
from my left hand.

I’ll leave an anthrax warning
on my doorknob before
greeting you, escape
into the front seat of your car
before we can create reasons
to grin in the aftermath
of our quarantine.







J. Bradley is the author of Bodies Made of Smoke (HOUSEFIRE, 2012). He lives at iheartfailure.net.