Steak
The faces in the crowd,
pan seared potatoes,
impersonal and disguised.
A glass of wine, like seasoned time.
The salad is crisp like fresh heads
put together to solve a math problem.
Being a menace is easy.
The faces in the pews,
holy poverty diminished,
personal and open.
A glass of wine, like seasoned time.
The Eucharist is crisp like fresh prayer
put together on a record player.
Being a choir member is difficult.
The faces on the stairs,
holy and diminished,
A glass of wine, like seasoned time.
The bread is fresh, like lettuce,
crisp, put together on a record player shaped
dish. A telescope visualizing the planets.
J Michael Wahlgren has been published in Cosmopsis Quarterly and many online journals such as elimae, brink magazine, rogue poetry review, flutter, qarrtsiluni, static movement, right hand pointing, psychopoetica & 3lights. He is the editor of The Flask Review in Boston, Ma.
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