The Missing

When things disappear, and you live with a magician, and they reappear in the pawn shop, then you have to quit smoking ‘cause you can no longer afford cigarettes. You can no longer watch TV ‘cause it’s gone. The fridge is full of beers ‘cause if it were otherwise, you’d snap. While plastered drunk once, you threw a butter knife full force, aimed at his throat, as he opened the front door, and it disappeared in mid air, and that’s when you knew, that he’d been telling the truth all along, and that you’d be the next thing to disappear.

 

Steve Castro is a candidate in the M.F.A. Program in Creative Writing at American University in Washington, D.C. He has a website: www.thepoetryengineer.com.

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