Blast Away Fat
Her mother read the article out loud every night.
Her mother’s arms
were held together in the middle
by a knob of bone.
The camera adds ten pounds; she tapped at the cover of Glamour
The girl wondered if mother would look better
if she held a camera up between them.
Burnt out days. Sam muttered.
the poets are always right.
It just takes time.
The Corporation, you’ll be relieved to hear
is operating again, up and running, ready to take care
of your needs at some point. In the mean time.
Don’t Go SOUTH
DON’T go WEST
Stay. We will REbUILD
not as catchy as
Eat your rat
It has no fat
Perhaps that was the trouble.
No, not all dead.
They could see the arrays ahead
Sucking in just enough unstable sun
to power a small lap top
The Last Café
We have beer and bread
Sam smacked down cigarettes instead.
The girl – was not for trade.
Jerry was a poet and a thief
He wanted the girl, but accepted a pack
It may cause death, she pointed out the label on the pack
Oh sweetheart. He blew smoke from his nose.
Everything causes death, even staying alive.
I saw them, Jerry said in exchange.
All headed south to Orlando
Pushing and Pulling suitcases, grocery carts
Costco flat carts, packed trucks the whole family
Pushing that stuff along.
whole morning to drag that much stuff
just a few yards forward.