adulthood
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Liturgy
Wikipedia Poem, No. 892 Safely infestedthrough next week. Dead, I could not be allowed to move when my rabbit ran away it is usually a red dress that day. When my leg went west. The dead I could not say— owned what a belief. I could not say—so who owns this chief relief. I could…
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‘When Adults Talk’ by Mary Ruefle
I am not even vaguely interested, though for a quarter I could be. I was not allowed to move but when my leg went deadI cheered it on in the first place. When they whisper they ought to wear a lead vest.Their lips look like personified oysters. When they shout it is usually addressedto the…
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Dinner Poem
At the earliest ending of childhoodAt 30Creamy yolk, sharp red horns Pepper-punch out from the plateHere, there about the oceanA potato, an isle of curled spinach Dash of self-sufficiency, salt, LoveAs the sun sets precisely at sixNo longer a scrawny burger washed down by coke for Wally
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