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He Found That Essence Rare

Poetry by Robert Beveridge 

He Found that Essence Rare

“Violence
is an expensive habit,”
he said,
swallowing
the last of his roast beef sandwich.
“More so cannibalism.”
A grin like a skeleton.
“But oh so sweet.”
A gulp of wine.
“Want a sandwich?”

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry on unceded Mingo land (Akron, OH). Recent/upcoming appearances in JMWW, Wordpeace, and Thirteen Myna Birds, among others.

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