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GIANT POSSUM DRAWS CROWD IN NICETOWN by Khaleel Gheba • Cleaver Magazine
GIANT POSSUM DRAWS CROWD IN NICETOWN by Khaleel Gheba From the west, a swell arrives with pomp, its wet regalia slaps my windowpane. I want to die so very much tonight. Not for want of love or peace, but for a slow tone’s constancy in my ear. For uneasy light off scuffed metal. For insecure shelving’s squeak. For no one can make a left without effort. For that sphere of hot pain in my wrist, behind tendons like cell bars, like cello strings. A beleaguerment by moments as constant as rain, as standard as a thing of the woods arriving without invite. Everyone gawks at its size. “How can this even be?” Khaleel Gheba received his MFA in Poetry from the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign in 2014. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in DIAGRAM, Redivider, Bayou Magazine, the Bellingham Review, Split Lip, and elsewhere. He currently lives in … chop! chop! read more!