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

Brian Beatty


Excerpt from Brazil, Indiana

(a folk poem in the spirit of Ralph Eugene Meatyard)

The local beauty queen

the one-armed butcher's
daughter sharpened

her knives up and down

her pageant sash until
their blades shone as brightly

as the faux diamond grin

of her tiara.
Her talent for parades

drove boys her own age into rivers.

At night grown men
slashed each other's tires.