She’s tethered to me, I’m lashed to you,
you’re snapped onto him, and he’s
gone, all gone.
I suppose we’re all goners
in the Let’s-Make-An-Us game,
no longer able to start a match anew,
toting our baggage along—
or unreal ideals that we steal
from the stories we hear.
The need to pair starts at the atom.
We’re just adhering to nature—
free-radical reactions taking what we need
from what we next rub up against,
with only a modicum of control, hoping for
the right whir and flash of lights to show
we’ve won, or at least done
a small bit right,
J. Scott Price’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in The MacGuffin, Red Coyote, Sierra Nevada Review, vox poetica, O-Dark-Thirty Literary Journal, and Wrath-Bearing Tree. He was a finalist for the 2017 Brian Turner Literary Arts Prize, and served a three-week fellowship at the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. Price holds an MFA in Writing and a Certificate in Publishing from Vermont College of Fine Arts. He was an infantryman for twenty-four years.