Ground Station

Navigation assistance would be welcome,
Not necessary, but welcome,
A privilege of contact that might
Send me on my way across the world,
Or just out of this house,
Or just out of this basement,
Or just out of this room where I remain
A mass spread out and savoring its inertia.

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Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, THEMA, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish a novel.