Mike Wall


Life Partner


I realize she is a copy
while the coffee pools on the table.
The record skips
I realize she is a copy.
The scraps migrate across the plate.
She refuses is speak
the pen hovers above the table.
So began the overzealous re-enactments
of the Battle of Waterloo
in front of her apartment
complex; where no one
could say, this is fake blood,
that is real blood
when the police arrive.
I try to sleep under her doormat.
I dismantle the robot
I built out of her computer
and trinkets from her garbage.
I stopped believing
its I love you when
it tucks me in at night
possibly hallucinating
the policeman’s gun
pointed at my head.



Mike Wall's tale is the epic tale of child sold into slavery who grows into a man who seeks revenge against the warlord who massacred his tribe.




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