Issue 150, Spring 1999
You wait forever till you can’t wait any longer—
And then you’re born.
Somebody is pointing something out.
You see what I’m saying, boy!
Can’t find a single egg at his debutant
Easter egg hunt and has to be helped.
Jewish wears a little suit with a shirt with an Eton collar.
Blood cakes on the scratch on your little knee.
Excuse me a minute.
The angel is black as a crow.
The nurse comes back in the room.
It shakes the snow from its wings.
The waterfall hangs
Down panting in the humidity.
The roar at the top of the world
Is the icebergs melting in pain.
Don’t play on the railroad tracks.
It is so hot.
The tracks click before you hear the train
Which the clicks mean is coming.