Chad Weeden
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Circuits

After  noon. On a some
day  June in a recovery room.

Move  father. You aren’t
stained in glass yet. Run

child. You are not hard-
wired to breakers. They are

only baffled by your circuitries.
The knobs that won’t budge

and the shorts in the extension
cords that reveal us all in darkness.

Pinch the fuse and you can still
escape the inkblot's translation,

but don't be afraid of the electric
chair. Say   they're stars.

Memoir’s  of a skip-tracer.
Or the ghost's of traffic jams

from when you’d bend back
power lines so the recoil
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might unplug you.

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Chad Weeden’s work has appeared in the Asheville Poetry Review, Crosswinds Poetry Journal, Pedestal Magazine, great weather for MEDIA, Iodine Poetry Journal, Main Street Rag & the Kakalak. He lives in Newport, Rhode Island.