john lander

My Roommate’s Misplaced

her conversation piece
atop our balcony table:
mass-produced kiosk bamboo
potted in tin; soil
bleached; blonde stalks
entwine divorced of attention,
cut short of personal growth
in self-preservation. Slackened
leaflets resemble old tabloid covers: yellowed from overexposure
to burn-outs, castaways — beer can ashtrays; helpless
as asphalt echoes, equally greedy.

John Lander says, “I’m originally from Southern California, but I’ve recently begun to call Austin, TX my home, much to the exaltation of the local mosquito population. My work has been featured in a few other venues online and in print.”