August 13, 2009

Ivan Brkaric


Leeches draw blood.

She leans over again
and takes another
piece of gum
from your cup holder.

Then she turns your radio to
a different station.

She talks about herself
and expects you to listen.

And when you don't…

She calls you selfish
and insensitive.

She says you don't
care about her feelings,
but it's your life
she slowly sucks away.


Ivan Brkaric's poetry has appeared in Why Vandalism?, Blowback Magazine, Gloom Cupboard, Lit Up Magazine, The, lesserflamingo, and The Legendary. He also edits Callused Hands.

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