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Maxwell’s Demon

January 28, 2016

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Annie Neugebauer is a novelist, blogger, nationally award-winning poet, and two-time Bram Stoker Award-nominated short story author with work appearing in more than a hundred publications, including Cemetery Dance, Black Static, and Year’s Best Hardcore Horror volumes 3, 4, and 5. She’s a columnist and writing instructor for LitReactor. You can visit her at www.AnnieNeugebauer.com.

sits dangling his tiny legs
(because his feet can’t reach)
as he ushers us in and out.

We are sorted casually:
hot and cold
fast and slow
bad and good
but we don’t mind;
we would have spent
that energy anyway,
running to the grocery store
making love
writing free verse
so we let him guide us
through the door,
unworried.

I can’t see you now.

Maxwell cheerily claims
that nothing’s lost or gained,
but as I look for you
across a chasm under
two miniature, swinging feet,
I wonder why
we let ourselves
be sorted by a demon.

© Annie Neugebauer