Walking through
the alleys of old Bisbee,
I thought I saw
the ghost of an ex-junkie
the alleys of old Bisbee,
I thought I saw
the ghost of an ex-junkie
who captured my attention
in these same streets,
twenty-three years ago.
A face like Richard Gere’s—
eyes always wandering
inward, as if bored.
Cheap desert boots caked
with layers of dust,
probably given to him
by an ex-girlfriend.
Always, his shrill fixation
on his one great achievement:
a novel picked up by a
major publisher, then
out of print five years later,
with no further plans
for distribution.
His inability to stay in bed
for more than an hour
after sex. And, most of all,
his uncanny communication
with extraterrestrials,
who somehow couldn’t
keep their hands
off his genitals.
Who could blame them?
Neither could I.
Leah Mueller is the author of ten prose and poetry books. Her work appears in Rattle, Midway Journal, Citron Review, The Spectacle, Miracle Monocle, Outlook Springs, Atticus Review, Your Impossible Voice, etc. It has also been featured in trees, shop windows in Scotland, poetry subscription boxes, and literary dispensers throughout the world. Her flash piece, "Land of Eternal Thirst" will appear in the 2022 edition of Sonder Press' "Best Small Fictions" anthology. Visit her website at www.leahmueller.org.
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