You’re losing your mind,
Like dollars blown on the street side.
And you may ask me why.
Has God forgotten me?
But your mind is bruised,
Like fruit in the aisles, chewed
Of a puzzled heart.
Do you remember me?
I like to think the stars may see,
And the moon cross paths with memory.
As I dance a jig to fair nobody.
Will anyone ever see me?
Anthony William Slater (1993) is a grad student with a B.A. in English and a M.A. in progress from Worcester State University. A graduate assistant, he is working on prose and poetry for publication. He currently has one publication in the forthcoming Spring 2017 edition of Adelaide Literary Magazine.
