Nerves by Jack Little

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A tingling tongue birthed from fear of failure…

The winner’s hour is shallow. For this, we live?

Under the anesthesia of what ifs, that white taste and drips on skin

the dragging of time and what might be. Cocked knees with pins and needles

the sun is shining its dizzy rays. Bent light!   Water!    Water!

A parched throat and bulging veins makes for one sweaty past time.


Jack Little (b. 1987) is a British-Mexican poet, editor and translator based in Mexico City. He is the author of ‘Elsewhere’ (Eyewear, 2015) and is the founding editor of The Ofi Press: 

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