Rob macdonald

STILL LIFE WITH NEW GRAVITY

I’m sorry 
I’m not interested
in arranging apples
on an oak table.

The action hero
says there’s no
emotion without
motion.

You ask me
what I see
when I imagine 
our future,

and I say
hoverboards.

BLIND SPOT

What I’ve got
left to offer
is not much,

but I know how
to write in reverse
on the fogged-up window

of your perfect shitbox.
Every version of me,
every nervous person

in the breakdown lane
thinks my index finger
is cold is cute,

but I’m just
letting the truth
tell me this time.

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ROB MACDONALD lives in Boston and is the editor of Sixth Finch. His poems can be found in Gulf Coast, BOAAT, Jellyfish, Sink Review, inter|rupture, DIAGRAM and other journals.  He has books forthcoming from Rye House Press and Racing Form Press.