Things on a Door Jamb

I see my perception.
I smell my breath.
I feel my body.

I didn’t drool.
That was soup
falling out of my lip.

It’s a truly unique beer
from a culture
unlike any other.

It’s like after the picture
is taken, things are missing
from the scene.

It’s like committing suicide
and being alive
at the end.


composed by
B. A. W. R