The Rail
Fiction, nonfiction, and poetry from our favorite emerging writers
Dear Readers, Welcome back! This week we have a pensive poem from past writer John Tustin. Please read and share, and consider submitting something yourself. Meanwhile, the Derailleur Press team is working hard on publishing our upcoming chapbook (available to preorder here) and planning the rest of 2022. Keep an eye out for some upcoming announcements! Stay safe, readers. The Derailleur Press team At this point The best I can hope for Is to feel good for a moment Or a minute Or perhaps a half an hour And Good Now Nearly always means A pleasant surprise Or a simple pleasure Like eating good food Or complete evacuation of the bowels. Right now, For instance, I got out of the hot shower And then into some clean clothes. It’s the best I’ve felt all day And I don’t know if that means My life has degraded Or that I’ve simplified my desires to the border Between enlightenment And imbecility. Sometimes I hold in my urine Until I’m about to burst For the delayed satisfaction of relief Or allow myself to hunger All day So that anything I eat Will taste like the ambrosia of Zeus. If that means this is almost the end For me Then I’ll just say goodbye now And then go piss Because since about line 15 My teeth have been just about swimming. John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.
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