Really it's become my strong suit.
Am I fizzling out?
My pale thigh baking
in the windowsill.
What a lovely bouquet of dahlias.
I'm pissed off even by ...
Spencer Eckart is a hybrid poet with work published or forthcoming in The Dodge, BRUISER, Spectra, trampset, Burial Magazine, and elsewhere. He resides in Western North Carolina.