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The Theorist by Bo Fisher

 

Three Poems


Brainchild


I inhaled
a sheet
of bubble wrap
my stomach popped
like text messages
I aimed my nose
over cut-glass
bottles
and captured
plastic dioxide fizz
called it
sugar free soda

 

 

 


 


Narconon


When you escape a scientology treatment center
and start smoking bath salts every day
you don’t blame L. Ron Hubbard
you become him


Cult-master of atoms
my chemistry melted
into nothingness

 

 

 

 




Brothers


                                                 1998

We roast marshmallows
on pencil crayon skewers
over floor registers

                                                 2011

We roast our brains
on chalky synthetics
over burnt tinfoil

                                                 2018

We roast coffee beans
on a cloudless Tuesday
(are we) over what happened

 

 

 

 

 

Spenser Smith is a poet, photographer, and journalist studying Creative Writing and Journalism toward a BA at Vancouver Island University. He is a poetry editor for Portal, a contributor to The Navigator and Clip Through, and his work has appeared in text Litmag and SKY Magazine.