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by Ryan Mahr-Hale



I am happy, it’s sick.
The storm passes without snow.
The car waits loyally in the back lot.
The swan shaped vase has no tiger lilies,
emptiness becomes it. Necessity is virtue.
I have made of myself a gentle monster.
Disingenuous cards, standing shaped
like geese in their martial V.
Books I will never read.
I can tell the truth.

Ryan Mahr-Hale holds a B.A. in philosophy from SUNY New Paltz, which they have not yet managed to leverage into a career. They live in Kingston, NY, with their wife.