Aaron Meacham

POETRY

A poem

Photo by SUNBEAM PHOTOGRAPHY on Unsplash

I meant to grow wings.
I meant to camp in trees,
hunting the summer
moon with flinted spears.
I meant to chisel
words like hopefully &
animal & radiance
into the tender flesh
of my lips.

& thunder is
more than sound.

piston smash.
terrible
lightning flash.
oxygen.

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Aaron Meacham

Aaron Meacham

My name anagrams to “a man becomes.” I love movies and Kurt Vonnegut. I don’t understand how anagrams work.