Gut Feelings//Gut Follies
By Chris Cramer
. . . Scramble into / the arroyo,
acetaminophen / accelerates my feet,
assists my beat / denies my heart to heed
that rhythm /
past / played out, fade out . . .
trouble that wall, traverse the fall
concrete tightrope, noose unrolled on your return ––balance it––balance it with sickness in your
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pills, scatter
sand over them
Act it out, step by step
Fear the lack of an audience
Anything that falls short of attention
“Falls short of”: drastic action
Of [me]
Of {you}
Of (this)
Chris Cramer is a senior currently studying English at New Mexico State University. When he isn't writing poetry, he enjoys overanalyzing media and trying to figure out how to play guitar (both pastimes which yield mixed results). His work deals with themes of grief and severance, habits and complacency, sexuality, and body image.