Sunday, April 10, 2011

lines

hand grenades
the size
of pineapples
 
roll around
inside my
chest cavity
 
after
the
explosions
 
i walk around
a shell of
my former self
 
my heart
no longer
a threat
 
hollow
as a
violin . . .
 
--Steve Calamars lives in Texas. His first collection of short stories, Six Years of Relative Happiness, is now available from Calliope Nerve Media. His blog is dirtywordsoncleanliving.blogspot.com. 

2 comments:

donalmahoney said...

Very fine. So few words. So much accomplished.

Maxwell Baumbach said...

Holy crap, AWESOME piece.