The cult leader down the street
invites me yet again to a meeting.
“Sorry”, I said, “gotta take
the aardvarks for their disk walk.”
I change the animal every time,
but I don’t think he notices.
Once I asked him for some
literature on their beliefs; I was
gifted with a phone book,
three pamphlets, and a finger-
smeared copy of Hollywood
Rat Race with a name and date
scrawled on the inside cover,
too faded to read except
“ er f ly,
ug 7 “.
Bio:
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in the6ress, 1870, and The Hope Anthology, among others.