2 poems by Jesse Miksic ​ 中さげフホそ

Moira J || F2O19
April 18, 2018
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The View From Here

Twenty seventeen, the scene:
Limp cloud cover, I-95,
With cars as far as the eye
Can see, gridlocked and suffering
Their idle fevers. Some anxious
Clarity has settled in —
Every isolated driver trains
Their attention over the
Next rise, praying for movement,
Bidding the road open up
At the center line and eat them.
Finally they process past
The accident, a hulking
Pickup flipped on the shoulder
The driver bloodied, in shock,
Laughing hysterically, and
Each gaping witness drifts by,
Wondering why things don’t open
Up again — and each, in turn,
Feeling the wheel, and the world
Turn around ourselves, a wet
Smear on our cheek, a broken
Windshield in our eyes, and an
Inexplicable witless laughter.

Working From Home

My boss is outside the window
My fingers hesitate over the space bar
We both try to sound busy
She flaps her wings

Jesse Miksic is a graphic designer and writer living in Peekskill, New York. He spends his life hanging out with a wonderful wife and daughter, and cycling rapidly through projects that rarely seem to get finished. His writing can be found in Berfrois, Right Hand Pointing (issue 116), and Cold Creek Review (December 2017), with others forthcoming.