By Ben Nardolilli
At first, I was excited, I saw
That we could make one out of the two,
And how all our surplus parts
Have a purpose,
That’s why I finally stopped walking
And sat down to read the directions
I may have translated them incorrectly
They made you into a source,
Not the current itself,
And so I saw myself as a source too,
We needed to keep the river,
Instead, we dammed it all night and day
Here, in the safety of retrospect,
Everything is set and ready to proceed,
I just need another source,
Someone close by
Who is willing to let me flow
So these directions make some sense
Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is trying to publish a novel.
