Category Archives: Poetry

The Coefficient of Drag

I am the green potato chip
Left behind in the bag

I am the last conscript
The one who sags

I am the one who is skipped
In time
For I lag

I dangle on the edge of lips
Out of mind
No zig
           only zag

I unbalance the ship
Cut the line and embarrass the flag

I am not worth the trip 
Unmarked by sign and unburdened by swag

I am the bottom of the pyramid, wide of hip, barren of sunshine, identified by toe tag