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Jason Schupp


Survival Math
When I was surrounded and
they thought I was asleep
flashlight on my face and
with drunken sotto voce
muttered of faggot sickness
and I lay there eyes open
frozen on the couch
glasses on the table
and light in my eyes so
all I could think was
maybe I should just keep
my mouth shut this once
so I can walk out of here
in the morning seeing as
though they're sauced it's
still six against one and
what are the chances
I could grab my glasses
be on my feet and fighting
before the flashlight came down?




Jason is a part-time performance poet in Chicago, works as a web developer, has co-hosted all-queer poetry game shows, and keeps his notes in plain view at Somnolent.org.


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