Sunday Night




My mind,
great miser, xenophobe,
flings open its steel door
and marches to its property’s edge.

In the distance, a voice,
a drumbeat drawing closer.
The moon appears like an opal
sewn onto a gray-black tapestry.

The thing that kicks inside me
is neither a fetus nor a ghost,
but something else, I am waiting to name.

John Amen's poetry, fiction, and reviews have appeared or are forthcoming in various publications, including Poetry Bay Magazine, The Adirondack Review, The Melic Review, among others. Amen has toured extensively as a performing musician, both as a solo act and with a band, and has released three full-length recordings, Wild but Willing, Eat Mine, and Four Forty Four. He is editor in chief of the online literary bimonthly The Pedestal Magazine. 
E-mail: jamen32499@aol.com


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