There’s a Winehouse In Your Soul

The gravity of Sambuca
alters migration patterns.

Yesterday, a name smacked
against the window, the bleed
of each letter a trickle.

Today, a comma guts
the hot water heater.
Refrigerator shelves pang.

Tomorrow is a phone booth
with a broken door.

J. BradleyJ. Bradley is the author of the forthcoming graphic poetry collection The Bones of Us (YesYes Books, 2014). He lives at