An Impossible Exchange

Jesse Miksic

A hand upon

        my own leg

    let’s script    these obscure habits

      as if I am

                    my own mistress


    My open door

      is a curtain,    my open hand

            a glamour,

        a peacock mask,

                a heavy fog


      You can’t know

            how I fold       what folds me

                in this   blanket cavern

                by this   assumed name

      bestowed at a moment of

            passionate bewilderment


    When        you’ve reached

          the end

      of my long corridor,



    but the     void

            the      vacuum


    Turns out

        this corridor

                     waited well


                for your departure

        here too long

        but gone now





Jesse Miksic is a graphic designer and writer living in Peekskill, New York. He spends his life writing poetry, nursing unfinished projects, and having adventures with his wonderful wife and daughter. Recent and forthcoming placements include Heron Tree, Drunk Monkeys, Liminality, Praxis Magazine Online, and others.