It’s not just for funsies our flimflam directive. They musn’t know what we know lest a seismic tilt befall the paradigm our peeps have carved lo these sundry aeons. Hells bells should they glimpse a hint of truth in the buff before we tar and feather it. Woe is we should this reality be unadorned with hat, fake mustache, glasses. Extraordinary times call for ordinary measures. We need them to look themselves in the eyes in our funhouse mirror, comfortable in someone else’s skin, good to go without going anywhere.
Matthew’s poetry was featured in The Best American Poetry 2007, and his chapbook, “Silent Partner,” won the 2013 Sow’s Ear Press Chapbook Award. He received an MFA in poetry from the University of Montana in 1999 and now works as an insurance consultant in Chicago.
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