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Patrick Meeds

Dominoes Falling


I have a wobbly loose tooth memory.

Is it me or are things always changing?

I never thought I’d want to live in silence

but I’m haunted by a ghost who won’t stop talking.

It’s so good to see that you’re still breathing

so let’s forget that the night is cannon balling.

Every day brings a new set of bruises.

I’m not mad, I just like walking.

It’s 3 a.m. and I’m still not sleepy.

I’ll call you from the pay phone on the corner.

I remember all those school bus Fridays.

Always the last stop on a long ride home.

You were the best basement roller skater.

What was I thinking when I left you alone.

Up the stairs on hands and knees I’m crawling.

One look at you and the dominoes start falling.

I didn’t think you were ever really leaving

so forgive me if I never said goodbye.


Patrick Meeds lives in Syracuse, NY and studies writing at the Syracuse YMCA’s Downtown Writer’s Center. He has been previously published in Stone Canoe literary journal, the New Ohio Review, Tupelo Quarterly, the Atticus Review, Whiskey Island, Guernica, The Main Street Rag, and Nine Mile Review among others.


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