A Dimension and Its Brother

Poetry
Written By Mary B Sellers

By: Bryce Johle

Over here the walls are backwards,

caffeine is saltier than your fingertips,

and granite, the countertops lean on us

 

Peace comes in brackets beyond the line,

an eight-ounce Uganda to go

handed off in a steady, straight-haired hand

 

having nothing on her mind but the milk

and heading home—she would be baffled

if she knew it was predestined

 

in a dimension and its brother

her ring would wash down the drain, or not,

and in one, she dried off

 

and in one, she forgot how to think, how to

have childhood friends, step into a suit, a shadow

a pair of someone else’s glasses.

Bryce Johle’s work has appeared in Parentheses Journal, October Hill Magazine, Maudlin House, and Star*82 Review, among others. His chapbook, Airplane Graveyard, will be published by Finishing Line Press on September 13th, 2024. He lives in Pittsburgh, PA, where he baristas the weekends away. Find him on Instagram.
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