In the Days Before My Best Friend Became a White Supremacist
By Robert Beveridge
I would open my flesh
along the perforations
scoop out the excess
fat, tendons, Nigerian
movie trivia, lo mein.
In those days Myspace
was everyone’s favorite
destination, we all knew
each other, we all knew
Tom, and yet somehow
the whole world was
populated with Mexican
cavefish and no one
saw them until
they barrelled
to the surface,
stormed the stage
while everyone was
drunk and turned
the other way.
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Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Fleas on the Dog, Dissections, and Instant Noodles, among others.