Robert Beveridge


The hopper tilts, names scatter
over the floor, and all you
can do is stand below, tilt
the colander in all the necessary
ways to catch the ones
on the proper colored stationery.
The rest flutter around you,
a confetti meaningless now,
but perhaps not tomorrow.

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Collective Unrest, Cough Syrup, and Blood & Bourbon, among others.
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