Howard Prosnitz

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Family Business

So many shards of glass to pick up
from so many anonymous broken bottles
littering the rear entrance to the store.
I worked alone and gloveless,
plucked up each piece
—so many variegated cutting edges—
not shedding a drop of blood.

I am a journalist and teacher living and working in New Jersey. My poems have appeared in Barrow Street, Journal of NJ Poets, Mudfish, Main Street Rag, Red Wheelbarrow, and Paterson Literary Review.