Teaching Anthony Bourdain to Eat Crawfish
a Poem
JAKE
Saturday, 2018
THE BAYOU WHICH ISN’T VERY FULL RIGHT NOW / TRICKLING PAST REEKING LIKE GALVESTON WATER
This is where I'd end it
“This sucks,” I yell, and what I mean by “this” is everything.
Grandparent’s Day
Lucy might call it ironic, except, she doesn’t have a solid grasp on that term.
Atomic Pink Summer
We must strike while the iron is hot pink!
A Monstrous Inadequacy
But the brain is not dead. It quivers and thumps as if it contains a beating heart.
The Sacred Breath of God
These days I’m always obeying the various voices in my ears.