Savior
Evelyn Hampton


I hadn’t been letting everybody in
but then watching the chair spinning
last night I became a great sage.
I saw that a circle tapers off
into many ends and each of us
is one of them. Then the rug
moved about an inch too soon
and threw its motif gladly off.
When I try to think about what it means
I get the basketball lost. I carry around
four days of thoughts and on the fourth
day I am karate-chopped by a boy
named Savior. He is led by the steps of his house
to do whatever he wants.
They lead him into the forest and say,
Savior, you must chop! And so he must
chop, and chop, and chop
until the forest is the city
and Savior my only neighbor.


EVELYN HAMPTON lives in a neighborhood of Providence. Her website is Lisp Service

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Brenda Anderson :: The Fimble Wind
   
Evelyn Hampton :: Hi
  Savior
  Start With Steak
   
Helen Vitoria :: White
   
Adam Stoves :: Ballusional
   
Rose Hunter :: [taxi]
   
Gary Every :: Popes on Bicycles
   
Bethany Haug :: Love in the Park
   
Danielle Lea Buchanan :: Spawn
   
Lewis Gesner :: Black Ball
   
David Tomaloff :: Five Photographs
   
Danica Obradovic :: The Shortest Ceremony
  Syllabic Debacle
   
Mark Walters :: Caveboy 1 & 2
   
Larissa Nash :: The Star
  Unreal
   
Jenny McDougal :: For the Monkey Astronauts of America in the 1950s
  Adler Planetarium on a Weekend
   
James Valvis :: Poem Composed Entirely With Last Lines from James Dickey Poems 1 & 2
   
T.J. O'Donnell :: Morning Shift
  Handmade in Alaska
   
Emily Glossner Johnson :: Vladimir Lenin Grown Weary
   
Meg Eden :: An Old Man Sighted, Planting Poinsettias
   

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