Heraclitus at Cracker Barrel, a Dream Poem
He wakes with a yam on his plate.
It’s too sweet. Give me some Irish potatoes.
Everyone at the table struggles
to theorize how he changed his mind.
Nobody seems to realize
this man isn’t the one from a moment ago.
Seeing that truth would compromise
the lie that spawns unending fear of death,
the notion that each meatsuit
is a separate, enclosed, finite individual.
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Mike Wilson’s work has appeared in magazines including The Gravity of the Thing, Mud Season Review, The Pettigru Review, Still: The Journal, and in Mike’s book, Arranging Deck Chairs on the Titanic. His awards include the League of Minnesota Poets Award, the Maine Poets Society Award, and the Chaffin/Kash Prize of the Kentucky State Poetry Society.
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