WHERE WE ARE
Everyone was too tired to sleep after all that evolving. We had lost some weight and hair and were ready to procreate. Dogs growled when we woke them. We woke them constantly. No one knew how to turn off the lights, so our flaws were no secret. We knew it was important to keep talking until help arrived. The best stories came from shock and loss, after we forgot what we were saying. The birds’ throats could only shape the coming of morning. Everyone was very hungry. We thought the bottom of things was near. We mined deeper and deeper into the brightness until it caved in on us.
JORDAN SANDERSON: Originally from Hattiesburg, Mississippi, I earned a PhD from the Center for Writers at the University of Southern Mississippi. Recently, my poems have appeared in Spectrum, Caketrain, and Double Room. I currently live between Mobile, Alabama and Biloxi, Mississippi and teach English. My email address is firstname.lastname@example.org.