this is how i capitulate:
in overgrown curves and sly ditches
call it rib-banging with an ant farm in my arms
weathering without ever looking up
the slow death of being
in the same bed.
Peter Schwartz’s words have been featured in Wigleaf, Opium, and the Columbia Review. He’s also an artist, comedian, and dedicated kayaker. More at: www.sitrahahra.com.