If you yell air raid
he’ll drop
and give you twenty.
His wires they say are
all fucked up.
His eyes glazed as he reels
his way to the library
most days.
Some say he was in
Vietnam, others say
he hasn’t
come back yet. I always
see him by the records
though,
flipping through, stopping
once every couple albums,
his big yellow
teeth beaming, smiling as if
his feet had never left
the ground.
Benjamin Mueller’s poems have appeared in 42 Opus, Euphony, Chronogram Magazine, and From the Finger Lakes: A Poetry Anthology. He has work forthcoming in Valparaiso Poetry Review. He lives with his wife and twin toddlers in Ithaca, New York, where he teaches high school English and special education.