Chris McCreary’s most recent book of poetry is [ neüro / mäntic ], published by Furniture Press. He is a high school English teacher and lives in S. Philly with his wife, the poet Jenn McCreary, their two sons, and Frida the cat.
Either you are killing Lorca or
you are among the Goat Patronuses gnawing
on a bloviating thane. It was an honor
just to be riven then
blotted in the margarine,
outfoxed by badgers’ hardy
hars when they onus on my
Valhalla, I am flying
false flag over the wheelhouse
vitae : it’s got lamb
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Lorca stands before
their charging voivod while I manatee in my
enmity beneath the endless breakfast buffet.