Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Death by Jason Fisk

A semitrailer full
of sleeping pigs
drives seventy
down I-90
A hog’s coarse
hair blows
in the truck wind
It has a cowlick
like my son

A scrawny fox
out in the middle
of the day
Mangy fur
ribcage shadows
It chases a bunny
but can’t keep up

A teenage boy
punches a heavy bag
in the garage
Neighbors gossip
about his abusive
Beads of sweat
and revenge
stream down his face

Jason Fisk lives and writes in the suburbs of Chicago. He has worked in a psychiatric unit, labored in a cabinet factory, and mixed cement for a bricklayer. He was born in Ohio, raised in Minnesota, and has spent the last 25 years in the Chicago area. www.jasonfisk.com.

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