Arrested Development — Silver Bullets

A poem, by Samantha Montana

I can’t help but feel

That I’m going insane—

Banging fists

Against my head

To rack my brain—

Crack the silver bullet

Put it through my head,

Dive bar living

Just to forget,

Who I dream of

But I’ll never be:

A man of action,

Exceeding grasp

With reach—

Instead I resign,

Underground with

The mice,

Decaying in my

House of flies—

An Amazon forest

Of one-day shipping,

Weeks-old sheets,

Piles of clothing—

Desperate to subvert

The feeling—

Left behind by

My peers donning

White collars,

5 a.m. coffees,

60 stories above me—

In twenty-something skin,

Disguising a teen