Thankfully, there’s my closet to disappear in. I love to slide aside the hangers of flannel shirts and corduroy jackets and step in among them. Then I always shut the door to tingle in the darkness. I knot my hands together so they don’t lose the absence they carry, then close my eyes and hum softly and let that sound be the only source of light in the room.
Mike James is the associate editor of The Kentucky Review. He has had recent poems published in 5 AM, Old Red Kimono, and Town Center Poetry. New work is forthcoming in Comstock Review, Iodine, and Philadelphia Poets. His most recent book, Past Due Notices: Poems 1991-2011, was published last year by Main Street Rag. His latest book, Elegy in Reverse, was published earlier this year by Aldrich Press.
