Found Poem

My imagination at the moment is mostly occupied by images of removing the skin from chicken feet. It is mildly disturbing. The cause of this affliction is that I removed the skin from chicken feet, several days post-slaughter, last night.

 

—Anthony Jacobs, Facebook post dated 10/13/20

[LSS, 10/14/20]

Arsenic Hour

The hour sets my nerves on edge,

like a phantom accordion 

that has no business showing up

in my movie, so I willfully misread 

your every word to have something 

real to rail against.

Comcast outage becomes 

cosmic outrage, and then 

the hour is mercifully over.

[LSS, 10/14/20]