I apologize for apologizing but my voice is too sharp and a flick of my arm too flippant and don’t forget my jokes are about hillbillies and royals and incest a train crash joke for good measure it’s the world, hopeful humor doesn’t fit anymore and if I don’t look like I’m paying attention I apologize I’m just multitasking and watching the world implode I can’t bear a fusillade of words firing into your smile and leaving a shadow in your consciousness through moonlit nights you so enjoy and early-morning greetings and your laughter watching some ridiculous 50s sitcom I apologize for the next joke the next time I lose my temper because you ask me to clean something or to focus on the future and I fuck up I hate apologies if only there were something better than apologies
About the Poet:
Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program. His stories, “Soon,” “How To Be A Good Episcopalian,” and “Tales From A Communion Line,” were nominated for Pushcarts. Yash’s work has been published in The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Write City Magazine, and Ariel Chart, among others.
Ephemeral Elegies 