I listen to you breathe while you’re reading

the earth is round it’s spinning

ok

but I go to amusement parks

I know round and spinning

I have a woman who is round and spinning

she tells me I’m her only one

she tells me I’m her very first

her son the immaculate conception

c’mon

I write poetry I know immaculate conception

I have this poem an immaculate conception

it tells me I’m its god

it tells me you’re a figment of my imagination

all right

but I have a mirror above my sink

I know figment of imagination

Craig Czury spent 15 of his younger years hitchhiking North America, working as a carny from the Jersey Shore to the Nebraska Panhandle, a pot wrassler and pearl diver in restaurant kitchens, cod slinger on the Oregon coast, he bucked hay bales up on the Montana Hi-Line, carried hod for bricklayers in the Badlands, and was a Fulbright Scholar to Chile in 2022.