Sunday, June 5, 2011

The Attack of the Giant Mennonite

I'm sorry there are no carrots in the salad.
I was in a hurry with the vegetables
and took a shortcut behind the grocery store
where butchers throw bones to hairless dogs.
He came from behind,
grabbed my shoulders, and threw me
into cardboard boxes. At first I thought
he would lob a Bible at my cranium.
But he only grabbed the bag.
I watched the carrot stems bob in his dark arms
as he disappeared into a doorway, and I noticed
the transparent afternoon
moon above the fire escape.

Poem from Appalachian Flood by Cindy Goff
available from Amazon

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