Maxwell’s Demon1 min read

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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

Annie Neugebauer

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.
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