Dread-Mind
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Ace Boggess
Almost time, always time
to go somewhere,
do whatever,
though I’d rather wait here longer,
sending smiles
like letters to the editor
from my windowless
basement,
self-imposed imprisonment.
I like it here
where it’s quiet
my heartbeat never quickens
at the thought of strangers,
my meek attempts to greet them.
I fear them:
not assassins,
more shadow demons
built by anxieties.
Enjoy the company
until I have to say hello.
Ace Boggess
Ace Boggess is author of six books of poetry, most recently Escape Envy (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2021). His poems have appeared in Michigan Quarterly Review, Harvard Review, Moon City Review, Hotel Amerika, and other journals. An ex-con, he lives in Charleston, West Virginia, where he writes and tries to stay out of trouble.
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