even changing rooms makes me feel like a tourist,
and when it comes to picking locks i’m all thumbs.
here’s the thing about gutted victorian houses,
here’s the thing about souls. and isn’t it cruel,
the vicious lottery that decides which meme
lives and which one dies? a hasty rewrite that
would have redeemed everything, lost at sea.
Poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Bio:
DARRELL EPP’s poetry has appeared in over 100 magazines, including EXILE, Poetry Ireland, Grain, and the Fiddlehead. His fifth collection, Permanent Smoke, was published in 2022.