Lloyd Wallace is the Managing Editor of Poetry Daily. His writing has appeared in the Iowa Review, Poetry Northwest, the Washington Square Review, and elsewhere. He lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Read more at lloydwallace.com.
Attempt
Attempt I’m trying to seehow far a man can walkwhile standing still. Maybe that is death:falling asleep, and travelling so far inside the bodyyou can’t find your way out again. Winter nights, a few small cloudsshriveled up like chicken hearts. The wind chasing its own tail forever. I’m here, my love,I’m still alive. I’m singing …