middlesex art/litmag

Month: September, 2014

Old Bottles

Missed chances
Are stacking up
Like old bottles,
Never filled,
Left on a shelf
To accumulate dust.
They are best forgotten.
To remember
Is to be miserable,
Caught in a never ending
Circle of what if?
Convinced by the lack
Of an actual success
That the potential of one
Creates a missed certainty.

-Abigail Sokolsky, May 2014

Plaintiff Jefferson

I hereby sign my affidavit
Ex parte.
I am guardian ad litem
To myself.
Yet in distancing disgrace, I dub I
My mind is the liber to
His exploitations.
I presently plea guilty
Pro se:

Time has compounded his offense
beyond penitence.
‘Twas not the action,
‘Twas the reaction-his sale of
emotional bonds,
that is my grieving debt.

As he decays into me,
sheds yet another skin
only to find the one beneath
is still more odious,
there will soon be
nothing more atop
my heart and bones and soul
To shelter me from the cold and the truth.

Do I fret excessively or inadequately
Over 2 stolen dollars?

-Chase Parisi, May 2014



Photo By: Grace Crozier