our weekly halftime shows
worry the neighbours you say
and I say no one is listening
anymore maybe the roaches
cheer our battle royale both
barbarous and wounding
neither entertained on kitchen
floor too small to hold our clash
even air outside cannot contain
the chimneying ear smoke
nose not bloody but running from
blame the past the tears the trust
lack you’ll never cook and I’ll
never quit drinking change is
overrated they dial 911 and
you say I am 911 and we hug
avid in isolated emergency

David Morgan O'Connor

David Morgan O'Connor

David Morgan O'Connor is from a small village on Lake Huron. After many nomadic years, he is based in Albuquerque, where a short story collection progresses. He contributors monthly to The Review Review and New Pages. His writing has appeared in Barcelona Metropolitan, Collective Exiles, Across the Margin, Headland, Cecile's Writers, The Great American Lit Mag, Bohemia, Beechwood, Fiction Magazine, After the Pause, The Great American Lit Mag (Pushcart nomination), The New Quarterly and The Guardian.
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