Apartment Complex Parking Lot Horizon

A poem about rats, wires, lithium, nailguns, sirens -- all the blessings

Actual image of these poems.

A few years ago, I had a poem appear in Prolit called, ahem, “Poem” (my gift for titles shining through again). At some point I wrote two more sections of it but then I forgot about them. Happily, I stumbled back onto them recently, so I’m sharing it all here: first section was published in Prolit, but the two others are new.…