Magic: The Gathering™ Constitutes my Dead Childhood
by Kevin Hauger
my brother and I used to brandish sticks in mock manhood
I lingered in the woods to outman my father and away
from my father I met children of grownup children
who pointed out great big knockers like melony eye-nectar
but Garruk Wildspeaker never stooped there in my flesh-florid dreams
his papery edges cut my overeager fingers, freshly ripped
from glossy plastic packs like plaster-sticky silk like lace
against oilglossed renditions of second generation daydreams
about knockers: from whence did they sidle up to Garruk
the incorruptible, the fantasy without fantasy memorabilia,
selling beautiful selling boywonder back to the womb?
About the Author
Kevin Hauger graduated from The University of Notre Dame with a BA in Film, Television, & Theatre, and there concentrated his studies on literature and creative storytelling. His poetry has been published in High Shelf Press and Esthetic Apostle.