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Chuck Augello

 

 

 

Incident Report #2315  

They cut me open
found a dark mossy brick
behind my ribs, like the black box
recovered from a plane crash.

It spoke of storm clouds,
indecision,
fatal errors and faulty wiring
a kink in the operating system. 

They sewed me up,
dumped me in a field of switchgrass
and wildflowers, the prairie sun
baked my skin into rust. 

Even the crows avoid my sorry ass. 

 

 

 

 

 
 
Chuck Augello's fiction and poetry have appeared in decomP, Word Riot, Pindedlyboz, Rattle, Pure Francis, Origami Condom, CircleShow, The Santa Fe Literary Review, and other journals. Stories are upcoming in Hobart, Muse & Stone, Word Riot, and The Dark Comedy Review. He lives in New Jersey with his wife, dog, three cats, and several unnamed birds that inhabit the back yard.