Hybrid Poem and Interview by Joshua Gottlieb-Miller
I believe I will continue to change in ways I can’t prevent.
I believe I will continue to change in ways I can’t prevent.
The stranger approached, opened fire into prayers.
Not one creature gazes out toward me, solitary observer.
Wasting days until Dad, accusing me of putting down roots, chased me away.
A scraggly rooster calls my soul from the past.
I tune to the wren and hear a thousand miles in a syllable.
After it exercises its right to swell to a red giant and incinerate the younger earth.
It’s been so long that laugh tracks seem fresh again.
The Kumbh Mela never comes to Pittsburgh: no one mistakes the Allegheny for the Ganges.
We don’t know who buries us.