2 Poems/A. J. Huffman

I Am Blood

of blood in Olympic

swimming pool.  Diluted,
I am dissolving, drifting
into nothing.  Still, attracting
feral beasts.  Sharks can smell
me a mile away.  I can feel
them circling, but remain
helpless, waiting for anonymous
teeth.

Midnight Monorail

Metallic mole, burrowing beneath bustling

streets.  High-speed hydraulics
clicking, shifting, zooming through neon-
bright tubes.  Passengers milling like fleas.
You scratch, dropping them
at designated destinations.  Intervals and
intersections of pseudo-humanity, you do not
linger in their light for long.