Spurs
Benjamin Niespodziany | Poetry
I’m thinking of a number between one and gun control. I’m reloading a cartridge of knockoff Microsoft ink. I’m rethinking the licensed requirements in my wallet. I’m calling this summer Blood Summer and so are you and so are you. I’m slumbering in my bunker. You’re somewhere in your bunkbed. Both of us are writing cowboy poems beginning and ending with the cleanest of teensiest spurs.
Benjamin Niespodziany is a writer whose work has appeared in Indiana Review, Fence, Booth, Conduit, Bennington Review, and elsewhere. His writing has been featured in the Wigleaf Top 50 and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best Microfiction, and Best of the Net. The host of a bi-monthly reading series in Chicago (Neon Night Mic), he also recently launched his own indie press known as Piżama Press.