A Poem by Brad Garber

So What

The government has been snooping
through my phone records
internet conversations
financial disclosures
photographs, sock drawer
high school transcripts
refrigerator, medicine cabinet
bedroom, bathroom, car trunk
and, presumably, it is having
fun over glasses of whiskey
cigar smoke circling in dark
wood-paneled rooms with thick
carpets of wool and artwork
and I hope the laughs are more
than the ones I spit against
the mirror of disappointment
each morning as I pick hairs
out of the caverns of my ears
before terrorizing the office.


About Brad Garber

A former Ray’s Road Review contributor, Brad Garber has published poetry and essays in Cream City ReviewAlchemy, FireweedUphook PressFront Range Review, theNewerYork, Flowers & VortexesEmerge Literary JournalGeneration PressPenduline Press, Dead Flowers, New Verse News, The Whirlwind Review, Gambling the Aisle, Dark Matter Journal, Sundog Lit, Diversion Press, Unshod QuillsMeat for Tea, Mercury, The Meadow, Shuf Poetry, Post Poetry Magazine, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, Temenos, Hoot & Hare, The Ilanot Review, Third Wednesday, Sugar Mule, Embodied Effigies, and/or Poetry Journal and Great Weather For Media.  He was a 2013 Pushcart Prize nominee for the poem, “Where We May Be Found.”