sasquatch

we sit and feel our stomachs

gesture wildly toward the plates -

a fatal, black-eyed avalanche

of country tunes

and Japanese

glances past the tempered glass

to New York

and the East

deliberate and pressing,

a tooth above the meat,

she smiles to herself

and gives me reasons.

Reviews

[DrD]

I should never read you early in the morning. I am not atuned to analyzing in the first eight hours after dawn. But your work always provokes that mysterious reading between the lines and hunting clues to the suggestions that makes it unique and absorbing. I enjoyed this as I have everything you've done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this sasquatch to me is Sandy...

we look to the East.

i really like the way you present this...and the analogy you use...

nice work.

jacob