Fall 2021

Incapacitants

By James Miller

no
                    need
                    to save for our
                    pensions

listen
                    and
                    just this
                    once

when
                    prisoners
                    slam themselves
                    meat-red on

your
                    guard
                    house plexiglass
                    they

hope
                    but
                    not to break
                    free


James Miller won the Connecticut Poetry Award in 2020. Recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Rabid Oak, North Dakota Quarterly, Scoundrel Time, Phoebe, Yemassee, Mantis, Concho River Review, Cleaver, Worcester Review, Elsewhere and Counterclock. Follow on Twitter @AndrewM1621.

Fall 2021