by Buttered Roll

I lost my head

The other day.

It fell off and

Rolled toward the horizon.

Moments later, I found it

At my heels.

Condolences to the Flat Earth crowd.

This is an attempt at communication.

What I’m trying to say is that

There are a million different ways

To give yourself a concussion.

Buttered Roll is a Poet, performer and visual artist based in Hoboken, NJ. His writing has been featured in Breadcrumbs Magazine, The Liberate The Verse Anthology and Mother Water Vol. I.


February 2019

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