The 2River View | 22.3 (Spring 2018) |
Anna Keeler I dig my hands into lottery tickets Soft like soul, Teasing karma out of But the proverbial O.D. I repel luck, An error occurred. Help me. You had a single romantic bone in your body; How noble to wear denotation like angel wings Loner, you tell me. You’ve always been a loner, “No one can hear me.” I’m sorry, can you repeat that? “No one likes you.” Yeah, I know. Anna Keeler is a queer poet and fiction writer. Her work has been published or is upcoming with Ambit Magazine, apt, Cleaver Magazine, FIVE:2:ONE, and Poets.org.
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