I found a black hole
behind the abandoned hotel.

When I pushed you into it
you just kept falling
right there
at its infinite lip.

You looked like the second hand
of a clock
without a clock.

You looked like an arm
uncrossing.

OOOOOOOOOO
OOO

That’s the sound
you made.

Excerpt from Scary, No Scary by Zachary Schomburg.

Info about this road-borne poetry series here.

Zach is in the midwest, I really love the self-portraits he’s been taking. Some people look like they were born doing what they do. The baker who looks like a baker, the electrician who looks like an electrician. Zach looks like a poet. Sounds like a poet. Lays on the blue floor like a poet.

Drive safely across the middle, poet.