Skinwalkers

By Kolton Lindell

people get lost in the world
become corprorate memphis skinwalkers that hobble around city squares
atonically reciting human resources terms
speaking in dissonant jarbled therapy speech
holding guns to their heads

laughing

i become an angel
i am fractals and sunlight,
my apeirogonal eyes glisten
ascending into collapsing stars
with my hands over my ears
they point their fingers at the sky
and fire

laughing