cutting board

cutting board

A Poem by Anna Auel

I began this poem with the phrase sliced tuna, a serious grasping at straws�"
my boyfriend
eyes dropping over my shoulder in the seat next to me
           reached over and typed TOO SOONA
with delicate punches,
help held down with the space bar �"a laughing culinary cure-all
                                     to all my guts (s)played out on a plate, sliced thin
my pink-skinned clothes cut to fit (neither too thin nor too thick but wearable for all seasons until they’re rotten for no reason but age like the softball�"wrinkle free!�"uniform from the box in the garage)
And then:
a French bulldog snuffles by,  obsessed with a  tennis ball wading in blankets
always allowing it to slide away  just to attack with gusto’d zeal
and then again:
commercials advertising anti-aging cream and Life-Alert pendants  
talismans to ward off the inevitable

wrinkled pinks skins turned outward and lined like a mahogany bookcase
so many titles
what my skin, flushed with imagined wounds and deep aspirations
will become

(minus heavy cold cream and tacky heart monitors)

© 2012 Anna Auel

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Added on August 31, 2012
Last Updated on August 31, 2012
Tags: tuna, fish, aging, dogs, skin, humor, postmodern


Anna Auel
Anna Auel

Shepherdstown, WV

I graduated in 2010 from a small liberal arts college with a degree in English. I work for a periodontist during the day, in my spare time--though I long to make it full-time, but am stymied by the ne.. more..