Three Prose Poems
by Parker Tettleton
I Can’t Believe In I
The heater themes sixty-eight, a holiday inside one. I wander to the dumpster & listen. I’m thin & pale or pale, too thin. I enlist my indecision. I run out of me in this sentence, I remember to.
Two On A Match
This trench begins we’re the sum of more than four people. In the morning’s what’s missed: I whistle scores of groceries, you make time for the dentist. A candle visits a lighter for a feast. Bobby G’s is a pizzeria is trivia is everything’s a way to say nothing & mean it.
I Have Gotten So
The morning is measured breathing for two, three animals outside a bedroom door. The refrigerator cries on the floor in a tile land for no lord. This table isn’t elbows or laptop or fingers or keys or heart or eyes or brain or please & everyone’s asleep, or evening.
Parker Tettleton’s work is featured in or forthcoming from Gargoyle, [PANK], Word Riot, Tiger Train and em:me, among others. His grocery-themed collection, GREENS, is available from Thunderclap! Press.
