The Next Requirement is the Abandonment of Your Autoimmune Response

By Robert Beveridge

We take the walrus up

to the top of the cliff

and watch him do his

thing, wonder whether

he will predict snow

in September, a spike

in copper futures, record

open for a historical

drama outside Oscar season,

the plague. The bed sleeps

three, yet his flippers always

seem to be in the wrong

place at the right time,

be it dreamland, between

your legs, the passage

to Nineveh. He’s injected

the nano-material, and we

just sit back and wait

to see how effective it is.

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Robert Beveridge

4/27/21

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in El Portal, Blood Moon Rising, and PTMN.TEAU, among others.