Hatred
Skiing across a tar pit
With a mosquito on your tongue
Stealing something like a penny
While you know
Your dad is watching
Thinking the ghost
In a dream is real
And wants
Your watch for a birthday present
Waving rusted needles
At the bottom
Of the sewer
Looking up the word high
In some poet's dictionary
John McKernan grew up in Omaha, Nebraska, and is now a retired comma herder/Phonics Coach after teaching for 41 years at Marshall University. He lives in West Virginia and Florida. His most recent book is a selected poems, Resurrection of the Dust. He has published poems in The Atlantic Monthly, The Paris Review, The New Yorker, Virginia Quarterly Review, The Journal, Antioch Review, Guernica, Field and many others.
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