Two Poems

Two Poems

  Like a violin wishing it were a piano.     Like a cirrus cloud afraid of heights. Like a Nobel scientist unsure of the science.   Like a barn   with hay-fever. Like a lake afraid of being too deep.   Like a song with a headache. Like an electrified fence wanting...
The Elimination Diet

The Elimination Diet

He was cannonballed out of oblivion six weeks early, slick and bloody, head ripe as a cherry, neck raw where his life cord had nearly choked him in the womb. His mother said he had “ancient eyes” and named him after a great-uncle who’d been gassed in Auschwitz....
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