shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Carl Boon lives in Istanbul, where he directs the English prep program and teaches courses in literature at Yeni Yuzyil University. Recent or forthcoming poems appear in The Adirondack Review, The Tulane Review, and Posit.

Carl Boon

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A Man Near the Post Office

A man with smears of blood
where cheeks should be,
who's late, three letters
in his coat pocket. He
can't decide among a glass
of tea, a room, a dying brother.
I can't see him tremble,
but he does. And he
is somehow bigger for his being
not brave, paralyzed there
where there are no curtains,
no women to adore. He should
be loved soundlessly, darkly.