Heed the Call, You Coward

Jesse Miksic


Take my mind into

    the hands of your poem and

    having warmed it, draw out

        a savage



    give me the winter

    among the droll summers

    give me the warning

    of blood on the razor

Second voice, tangle

    my bedsheets over

        the red stain

        at the heart of you

    Find my voice

        brutally, by tonsil

        or eye socket,

    Call it with a


        of your tongue

        (I remember)

    How you had me once

    (please find me)

        how it


How it stung!




Jesse Miksic is a graphic designer and writer living in the suburbs of Philadelphia. He spends his life writing poetry, waiting patiently for nightfall, and having adventures with his wonderful wife and two children. Recent placements include Green Ink Poetry, Pink Plastic House, Moist Poetry, and Roi Fainéant Literary Press. His work and musings can be found at @miksimum on Twitter and Instagram, or www.miksimum.com.