Assume
The Open-door Policy
Doesn't apply to moss, which, in the right
Hands, abstracts your everyday
river.
I'm embarrassed, geographically,
To be the stuffed animal ritual. Shaking
Off panorama, intend to smell
like fruit
You left way behind at your
birth.
Disposable
Epic
If they say there’s a mystery
Ingredient does that mean
There has to be one?
And if ghost latches on
To your residual leapfrog,
Where does that leave me Alan?
I understand my father
Ate mustard sandwiches.
Banks tune Wyoming.
The Only Ones Awake
There’s a mirror in gulf
And scraper for field.
Freeze: chimps
Aren’t toxic!
Way to gang up, Jazmín.
Funny how we repeat
Ourselves—tears
An equation.
Thibault Raoult's writings
are forthcoming in Boston Review, Denver Quarterly, and 6x6. Projective Industries will release
his chapbook, Communist Couplets,
after the New Year. Thi lives in Athens, Georgia, where he studies in the
English and Creative Writing PhD Program at UGA.
