“With luck” © Keith Nunes

 

My Lucky Penny

Has me by the tail,
is giving me a head cold –

Putting striped picnic blankets down
in my prefrontal

Pointing at the abstract shapes
formed by gray matter

Turning off the lights
in my amygdala

Sailing through my cerebrospinal fluid
Skinny dipping in my subconscious

Tying shoelaces made of neurotransmitters
Skipping down deja vu avenue-

A coin toss suspended in cool air,
defying every principle of universal gravitation

And a kitten named Change
kneading on a grandfather clock

until the hands start speaking ASL
and the swinging chime sings in Latin

 

Kaleigha Easterly is not a poet, and is based in Berkeley, California. Rather she is a kombucha drinking, tree hugging, sunset chasing, fervent student radical who dabbles in the arts. Her most valued possession is a pair of wired earbuds. Which remain eternally tangled and seldom leave her ears- shitty podcasts and old music are the uniform for them.

Keith Nunes (Aotearoa-New Zealand) has had poetry, fiction, haiku and visuals published around the globe. He creates ethereal manifestations as a way of communicating with the outside world. Nunes writes when the light pings and the only voices to be heard are in his head. He sleeps with Kurt Vonnegut’s hopes, Cole Swenson’s paintings, Lydia Davis’s prose, Denis Johnson’s heroines, Larry Eigner’s old wheelchair, and so on. He’s had work published throughout the troposphere. He plans to evolve into a particle. He is currently related to Pessoa.