Two Poems by Timothy Gager

these days I worry

you’ve lost your life somewhere,
barely there. You

entered my house,
I fear you’ll leave
this world
as if I’ve not done enough
stupid things in my own life.
will this be the last time,
I swear,
I will lose this piece as well.

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Elementary Physics

We do believe that when
it’s snowing out east
only a handful
imagine a fat Santa Claus
is within his weight range,
and amateur scientists
hypothesize, that a sleigh wouldn’t stay
in line with the reindeer;
that it would flop down
like a sixty-year old breast,
in motion as
the water of a wave tank,
going, going
like a wishy-washy machine
We all want Santa to exist

I believe the world
might remind us of that
when a star sprays the sky,
or a candle is blown out.
There’s a full five seconds
while a penny tumbles in the air,

Falling into a deep well
we wish, we wish

before the sound of a splash

Bio: Timothy Gager is the author of eight books of poetry and fiction. His work has appeared in Night Train, Twelve Stories, Word Riot, Dogzplot, Six Sentences, Monkeybicycle, The Binnacle, Zygote in My Coffee, Fried Chicken and Coffee,The Smoking Poet, Further Fenway Fiction, The Blood Orange Review, Hobart,GUD, Blue Print Review, Barnstorm, Poesy and Ibbetson Street . He has had over 200 works of fiction and poetry published since 2007 and of which eight have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He lives on www.timothygager.com