Two Poems

By Robert Beveridge

THIS IS WHAT WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT

We peeled the fruit

expected to find flesh

but underneath there was

another layer of rind

so we peeled it again

and again

and every time we found

perfect, unblemished skin

and it never got any smaller

NATURAL LAW

name one

white

animal

that lives

in the jungle

I’ll wait

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Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Fleas on the Dog, Dissections, and Instant Noodles, among others.