Chicken Little by J. Bradley

My hands want to tip

the half drunk beer bottle

on the table, let the flood

pause our conversation.

Every vacant highball glass

is a postcard from home:

dear you, you are not what

you think you deserve.

Dear me, I shed ruin like skin.

My name is a bear trap;

you can still see my teeth

in her ankle.

I fight to remind my hands

there is no need for arks.

J. Bradley is the author of the forthcoming graphic poetry collection The Bones of Us (YesYes Books, 2014). 

This Zine Will Change Your Life previously published Two Poems by J. Bradley. Check it out. 

Street art by the DEPT OF WELL BEING.
Photo by Adam Lawrence.

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