I Am a Heavy Man
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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
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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.
