PATHETIC FALLACY

A buckeye tree high-fives me, shameless

on my predawn tramp home, dropping nut-brown seeds

 

that clack prestissimo on the sidewalk.

I crack one open. Mildly toxic,

 

the pollen gossips about the runner

rippling up ahead. The wind wolf-whistles

 

and the sun winks

out as my phone lights up: She’s gone.

 

Leaves pummel my windowpanes

with self-multiplying fists. Rain

 

floods my basement, carrying off

the washer and dryer. Gone. I pin my clothes

 

to the line. The t-shirts flutter

threadbare, impatient for the sun to butt in.


Kurt David is a current MFA candidate at The Ohio State University and former Macrorie Fellow at Middlebury’s Bread Loaf School of English. Before moving to Columbus, he taught at a public high school and agitated for social and climate justice as part of his teachers union. Also, he ran a queer book club called Reading Rainbow. His work has appeared in Foglifter, Gulf Coast, and elsewhere. 

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