vulnerable

my eyes danced along the ice

watching the cracks spread with nervous excitement

it’s been frozen a long time, but I’m not afraid of the depths

the faint whistle of a mockingjay prompted me forward

further from the bank and closer to your center

one more step should do it

submerge me, lest I never understand what lies beneath

a monostich and two philosophical statements

thankful to this journal for publishing some one-line poems I did 🙂

proletaria

Regardless of myself, I will exist.

Forgiven is the thief who took more than material.

There is no escape without transformation.


Bio:

Anthony Gatta, a 20 year old English student studying at Temple University in Philadelphia, PA.

Website: www.poetryforthebirds.com

Twitter: @GattaAnthony


Photo by Marija Zaric on Unsplash


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