ALL THE WRECKAGE WE’VE WROUGHT

i don't know what tomorrow brings

the breathless ache
of begging pardon from the departed
or the lips of beautiful boys
in dive bars pressed to poem

taught me it's apt to be neither
the good or the bad 
or the absolution desired

how many hours
did i chase both
(hours and hours and hours and days and
weeks and months and years)
to find myself

here there is both
and you
and us
tomorrow

November 2, 2020

Published by Caleb Ferganchick

Caleb Ferganchick is a rural queer, slam poet activist, and author of Poetry Heels (2018). His work has been featured and published by the South Broadway Ghost Society (2020), "Slam Ur Ex ((the podcast))" (2020), and the Colorado Mesa University Literary Review. He organizes the annual "Slamming Bricks" poetry slam competition in honor of the 1969 Stonewall Riots and coaches high school speech and debate. An aspiring professional SUP surfer, he also dreams of establishing a queer commune with a river otter rescue and falconry. He lives in Grand Junction, Colorado.

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