Sean McPherson, July 2013

I Am a Heavy Man


I am a heavy man

The wooden floors
Of old homes
Nag at me when
I walk across them

Chairs grunt when I sit
And if they’re cushioned
I leave them compressed

When I lean my shoulder
Against a bookshelf
Volumes topple and flutter
Like pigeons to the floor

My voice is heavy too

Even thicker walls
Sometimes tremble
When I laugh
Or tell a story
As if a train
Were passing by

Sean McPherson currently works as a private language tutor and nanny in St. Paul, Minnesota. His work has been published or is forthcoming in 20×20 Magazine, The Bacon Review, The Commonline Journal, The Conium Review, ditch, Main Street Rag, Prick of the Spindle, Pterodáctilo and Thirteen Myna Birds.
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