would’ve been scary in February.
It’s April, & the lethal clown looks friendly
compared to white-knuckled,
average minutes on the news. I like death
as a distraction from death, deaths,
nearness to those. What film spares the world
from choosing between Inferno & Purgatorio?
How about an adventure in which the hero
must hide in the jungle from pursuers with knives
in their teeth? 80s’ Rambo would be nice—
surprise savior, a rugged antibody.
Ace Boggess is author of six books of poetry, most recently Escape Envy (Brick Road, 2021). His poems have appeared in Michigan Quarterly Review, Harvard Review, Rattle, and other journals. An ex-con, he lives in Charleston, West Virginia, where he writes and tries to stay out of trouble.
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