HISTORY AS AN OBSOLETE GLOBE
by Joseph Meads
For instance:
a pack
of 10,000
wild dogs
(that’s 40,000
canine teeth)
surrounds us –
& you bow
your head
forward,
toward
my right ear –
to whisper,
like a ghost
or the ghost
of a just felled tree:
I too am colorblind... träume ich noch en Deutsch.
About the author
Joseph Lee Meads is a diagnosed schizophrenic and currently an MA student in the Program for Writers at the University of Illinois at Chicago. He has previously been published in Columbia Poetry Review, Chicago Literati, Lover's Eye Press and elsewhere. He posts images of his muted television onto Instagram: @joseph.lee.m