i woke up at 8


︎︎︎ Luis Neer

︎ JUNE 6, 2022


i woke up at 8 & stayed in bed till noon
everything is light & dark with dust & i am weakness
most times time is numb & there's no future
what's past was a punch in the face it carried you over
the past which is a factory of shadows rusted over
some water at the bottom of the bucket makes a mirror
light reaches into the cave's secret water
to beckon new creatures to be born
i don't remember how it feels to be the ghost of a window
i don't know what it means to feel haunted by images of crowds
something severe looms over the bleachers
something unseen in the furnace of childhood
plastic dark hallways where anything is possible
the world cannot be imagined & is not merely a monster
the world is one wall floating above the fissure of time
love is clay dried & drifted by a bitter & prankish god
a faraway figure whose only want is infinite sand
a room where music doesn't sound like music
a sweet kiss that stings forever & forgets you
light reaches into the cave's secret water
to beckon new creatures to be born



























Luis Neer
was born in Weirton, West Virginia in 1998. His writing has appeared in Maudlin House, Hobart, The Fanzine, Witch Craft Mag, Metatron, etc. He graduated from West Virginia University with a B.A. in English in 2020 and dropped out of the University of New Mexico's M.F.A. in Creative Writing in 2021. He can be found on Instagram @luisneer and Twitter @luis_neer.