Poem: ‘Empty Lot Poem’
Matthew Dickman, 3 March 2016
Now anything can happen, anything in the world, you just name it, you just think it and it will appear like a father in a hallway who is less an astronaut and more a meteor which reminds me about how I feel sitting here thinking I never really wanted to live forever, not with this grass and this gravel talking about how human I am, but get me in a car, get me sitting at a table with my cousin...