appealing

The Maynard
Spring 2015

Jamie Sharpe

Fault Vodka / Blame Juice

Not in a good state. Don’t know how
I got on the Silk Road. These people look old:

born old. They all want something I can’t offer
so I press cigarettes into their outstretched hands.

        I may never write another poem
        is needlessly dramatic, even if
        true

        like saying I’ll never again
        use my Black & Decker PivotPlus.

        It’s a pretty great screwdriver.