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Issue # 8 September 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Amber Momoh

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A Poem for Laminates

Sometimes you just want to write a poem about laminates,
Pink plastic flowers in iridescent porcelain vases
tied with pink bows. I could write a sonnet to our magenta couch,
My single mother talking to her cats while she vacuums the carpet again.
I am eating French vanilla pudding. I am listening to Puccini.
I am making meatballs, squishing raw meat with egg, bread, and celery
Until my eyes grow unfocused and fingers numb.
I am lying on my belly on the floor
watching Mickey Mouse Club while coloring
60 thin markers tucked like good girls into their packaging.
I scream for PeeWee's word of the day the whole weekend.
I could write so many poems about potpourri,
The acrid smell of her hair dye as she rearranges the furniture again
And I stare at nothing
Until her voice becomes music, the emptiness of the wallpaper
cloying, sweet.