I can't stand the cannonballers,
the crowers and caterwaulers,
can't stand the sun—no shades
black it out to my satisfaction. I can't not squint,
eternally wince.
Call me a misanthrope,
but I'd rather greet the pool at midnight,
bathed in quiet, bask in stillness, barely break
the surface stepping in.
Silver suits me better than gold.
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Tyler Clark (he/they)
I am a writer, poet, and cat parent from California. My short stories and poems have been published in a chaotic jumble of anthologies, collections, and magazines.
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