(in which the only hated thing was emptiness)
David Harrison Horton
The car was a piece of shit
that caught fire on the 580,
but still managed a few more years
before heading to the heapyard.
It had managed Oakland to Minny and back
which was all it was bought for.
John Glenn once said every heart
only has a set number of beats in it.
It took me a good while to see this as true.
Everything wears out,
especially love and welcomes.
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DAVID HARRISON HORTON is a Beijing-based writer, artist, editor and curator. He is author of Necessary (Downingfield, 2025) and Maze Poems (Arteidolia, 2022). His work has recently appeared in The Belfast Review, Roi Fainéant, Modern Literature and Yolk, among others. He edits the poetry zine SAGINAW. davidharrisonhorton.com
