portion of the artwork for John Myers's poem

Cider Wise
John Myers

I have learned that if you keep praise
inconsistent, those you train will

perform; command begets pleasure.
Mothing can hold you and let a

parachute be your model for
what’s left of targets surviving

beliefs in inversion, and how
have you worried your jar half, watched

me make moves against you in the
diorama I make of our

relation. Oh to be willing
to pretend on the organ to

roost simply means do keep your mouth
simple and falling in love means

keeping silent means do not breathe;
just, afraid, get into the van.

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 30 | Fall 2010