Brett Fletcher Lauer lives in Brooklyn.
Recent poems have appeared in American Poetry Review, The Awl, and jubilat. An essay on online dating appeared, love letters, and George Micheal in A Public Space, and an essay on his teenage years as a Hare Krishna appeared in The Rumpus.
He co-curates a tumblr of fake missed connections, Ships that Pass and is poetry editor at A Public Space.
Email me: themonkeyrebellion [at] gmail [dot] com
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the bruise will stop by later.
For now, the pain pauses in its round,
notes the time of day, the patient’s temperature,
leaves a memo for the surrogate: What the hell
did you think you were doing? I mean …
Oh well, less said the better, they all say.
I’ll post this at the desk.
God will find the pattern and break it.