| Taking It Off At Night by George Bishop So, the older I become the more I’m mistaken for what’s left near the pillow. My watch lays face down on the nightstand looking more like an empty oar lock. My wallet stays an arm length away ready to pull us both back into whatever circle a drop of morning makes. Oh, one other thing-- the change from years of heavy drinking floats on the ceiling. Or is it the sky? I know sometimes it’s not enough. |
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Born in Philadelphia, George Bishop has lived on the Jersey shore and attended Rutgers University where he studied English/Creative Writing. He relocated to Florida in 1985. Recent work has appeared in California Quarterly, White Pelican Review and is forthcoming in The Comstock Review. |