Poetry, Jordan Merenick
you don’t have to clean your room &swallow the mountain whole&
sing a ninth octave&cure cancer&paint a new picasso picture&be the first on mars&
fall in love with anything real&hug a tree&
or have a favorite meal&dance under twilight&
sword fight with gravity&use punctuation&
tickle time&terra form your mind with a podcast&
believe in any sort of deity&take part in a political system&
leave a mark in the world whatsoever
cause you just you
with your loose sinew
& dangling modifiers
are sown onto the hem
of this age perfectly
by fate’s, sticky fat fingers
Jordan Merenick is a writer from Pittsburgh, PA. He has been published by Nitrogen House, Clover & White, Lightning Tower Press, Calla Press, Trash To Treasure, On-The-High Literary Journal, and Rune. He can be contacted on Instagram @jordanmerenickwrites
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