The fifth Beatle puked all over your mom’s living room rug at a party you weren’t supposed to host in high school. The fifth Beatle plays the glockenspiel in his spare time. The fifth Beatle knows where the bodies should be hung by the chimney with care. The fifth Beatle awakes refreshed after just two hours of sleep. The fifth Beatle still doesn’t get the final scene of The Blair Witch Project. The fifth Beatle is the person “Don’t Bogart Me” was written about. The fifth Beatle has decided it’s time to get serious about corrosion. The fifth Beatle has quite the flair for PB&J with the crusts cut off. The fifth Beatle lives next door, never grills.
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry on unceded Mingo land (Akron, OH). Recent/upcoming appearances in The Marbled Sigh, Descant,andtiny frights, among others.
