Poetry - Issue 8 | February 2010
Two Poems by Jon Sands
The Monster I'm Hiding Under My Bed Says
New York City has gone the way of the blues.
She says I can go to Duane Reade anytime I want.
Says, feet were made facing forward for good reason.
You already know this world is real. You want to go
to the 1970s? … Kill yourself … See if that’ll do it.
About the author
Jon Sands never runs into the animals he’s scared of, but the list includes grizzly bears, hornets, scorpions, and bull sharks. He landed in New York City a few years ago; the animals there aren’t nearly as frightening as they seem. He is director of poetry and arts education programming at the Positive Health Project, a needle exchange center in Midtown Manhattan.