M. G. Martin

it is
 
it is inside of the choices that govern the way we carry an umbrella in the sunlight. it is inside the moment that the battery spends its last drop of juice on artificial light. it is inside the organ that is played by our future ghost. it is inside the place that our discarded potential goes to procrastinate. it is inside it can’t be because it can & is. it is inside of the slipping between our fingers. it is inside of the violence of the last light of moon hitting an ocean floor. it is inside the sleep turning you into a temporary statue of liquidity. it is inside the return of a sorrow only known on an ocean floor. it is inside you when you are inside an ocean & the moon is glowing electric black.
 
 
 
 
M.G. Martin is the author of One For None (Ink.) His work has appeared or is forthcoming in PANK, elimae, Everyday Genius & ZYYZYVA, among others. M.G. lives in Brooklyn with Tess Patalano, the lady poet & Ihu, the lady dog. Find him atmgmartin.tumblr.com & @themgmartin.
 
 
 
 
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