Dislocated

by | Oct 10, 2023 | Issue Thirty-Five, Poetry

(This poem is plagiarized by so-called poet, John Kucera. To see how more amazing the original poem is here is the link:

As the Bending Genres Editorial Team, we choose to leave both versions so that the viewing public won’t forget this crime and harm done by the fake author’s words below:

If you ask me why I left Michigan,
I would tell that you that it wasn’t because
Of the weather which left me with a bloated album of waiting
for the blackouts
to skip between the trees. It wasn’t because
the roofs unfurled and the doors retreated to hollows
somewhere in the sky. It wasn’t because
of the shelves of water, inching like new constellations
across an endless night. It was the full circle
of fear, the kind that stays in my mouth
like neon jawbreakers, refusing to surrender, tailor-made
to dislocate words that I try to speak. I dread
colliding against this familiar: when the memory gathers
like burning hands around your throat.

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