Construction Literary Magazine

Summer 2017

Across that Crowded Room; After the End; Swing State

Across that Crowded Room; After the End; Swing State
Photograph via Flickr by Richard Toller
Across that Crowded Room

The bullet
          dodged
must
          lodge
somewhere.

After the End

Listen, there were other
ends, other reckonings.

There were other one-
size boots, one kick

fits all. There were
other dark days no

night could mirror.
Hear me out––

if someone
above the rubble can.

Swing State

Everyone insists
a pendulum swings––

it does, but it
hurts when

it hits you.