John Findura
I See What You Did There

Was it the paper itself or the accidental touch of hands that was not so accidental? Either way, when was the last time I felt anything that immediate and sharp? Remember how when the wolf is hungry it hunts, and when it is tired it sleeps? Should I have pressed you against the wall and placed my ear just over your mouth? How closely did you pay attention to me after I showed you the familiar soil in my hands? Can I get back to the part about pressing you against the wall but change “ear” to “mouth”? Will that one line force you to paint me a landscape of the desert with a plateau rising? If I never spilled anything over your shoes would we have the chance to move so quickly? Next time I will press you up against the wall but I cannot say with certainty what I will do.

John Findura holds an MFA from The New School. A Pushcart Prize nominee and a guest blogger for The Best American Poetry blog, his poetry and criticism appear in journals such as Verse, Fugue, Fourteen Hills, Copper Nickel, No Tell Motel, H_NGM_N, Jacket, H.O.W. Journal and Rain Taxi, among others. Born in Paterson, he lives in Northern New Jersey with his wife and daughter where he supervises the Writing Center at Bergen Community College. Check out his blog at