I was in first-grade, I was a boy, I was a tender age

James Bowden

(title to be read in cadence of first lyric of “Michicant”)

For whatever reason, I identify more with the thing
being chosen than the chooser. More the object
than the user.                          I’m taking a deep
breath in, I’m inhaling everything, and when
I’m ready, I’ll let out the slightest of sighs:
To Topple Dominoes.