Posted April 24, 2018 by Lee Dunn3 Comments Uncategorized

Number 13

to bed I went,
brooding on first world problems.
marked for a lesson.

all stumpy I awoke
there was no pain
I had no hands
I had no feet

the sutures had healed over
the skin was smooth and beige

I swelled inside
fear bursting through my ears and eyes

I went to cry out
it is learned! Have mercy!
but there was too much space in my mouth

I had not a tongue

the sutures had healed over
and the skin was smooth and pink.

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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.