5 Prose Poems
Have you ever been in the shower when there was an earthquake?
Iphigenia
There was a girl, skinny like a finger, who disappeared up God’s hole
Fast Food Nation / Snow White, Blood Red
Corporate-sponsored astronauts are about to touch down in the parking lot of Burger King.
Culture Wars / “Alexa,” I said “What’s the News?
Workmen have bricked up the windows and doors of houses belonging to the government’s worst critics.
A Toast to the Dark / Punishment Without Crime
I search my sock drawer for a clean shirt to wear.
Failed Poet Theater
These were the years you renamed yourself, smoked a white clay pipe, endured night sweats and empty thought bubbles.
Gunmetal Sky
Dying on your birthday would be the ultimate irony, so we’ll avoid street corner gatherings, malls, Purim parties, even poetry that sounds like it was written by someone who would lick a toilet seat on a bet.
Magic Hat / What Makes the Dark So Dark
We know the magician doesn’t actually make the card disappear, but where does it go?
Dirty White Van / Circa
I’m walking to work, earbuds in, scrolling through a playlist on my phone, when a dirty white van slams to a stop beside me.
After Auschwitz
I asked a former prisoner, “Where is everybody?” She said, “You’ll find out, child.”