Issue 1 Poetry
When he suggested a blow job
under that old tree by the water
in the public park, she laughed.
She knows almost nothing
about poetry, or death. She works
at the grocery store. She is, generally,
apathetic.She does not expect
romance, or death. And when
she dies it will not be easy
or painful. She will not linger
over the two-for-one cans of soup,
and if she reads a book of poetry
left behind in produce,
and if she meets the presence
of the poet there, she will not
understand. Poetry and death
are not for her. They are for
the poet to fling over the edges
of the cliff, little pebbles down
into the water. She is for the times
the poet is running low on
toilet paper, and oranges.