Sameness
The same, always the same are you here waiting for me. The drama of my life a storm-tossed sailor is right, Augustine. Sameness, subside. Let me subsist on this moment minted in shadow in sheaths of grass gone to seed gone to God with their grievances to the burnt-out socket of the sun. Envelope in darkness my furry little rabbit’s foot, my trembling morsel of human flesh the shush in my ear its ribs of cartilage its flesh clothes.
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Cameron Morse was diagnosed with a glioblastoma in 2014. With a 14.6 month life expectancy, he entered the Creative Writing Program at the University of Missouri—Kansas City and, in 2018, graduated with an M.F.A. His poems have been published in numerous magazines, including New Letters, Bridge Eight, Portland Review and South Dakota Review. His first poetry collection, Fall Risk, won Glass Lyre Press’s 2018 Best Book Award. His latest is Baldy (Spartan Press, 2020). He lives with his wife Lili and two children in Blue Springs, Missouri, where he serves as poetry editor for Harbor Review. For more information, check out his Facebook page or website.
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