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September 12, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Katie Foster

Two Poems photo

THE RIGHT


I must
remind

myself
the man

next to
me in

this cafe
slurping

expensive
porridge

with brown
butter

biting
the spoon

as he
scrolls

through
4chan

has as
much

right to
eat his

breakfast
as I do.


CONFRONTATIONAL PARADE


I say hey watch it
and stumble out the way of an
oversized balloon shaped like a dog
leaving another dog’s mouth.
All I want is an apple but no one
is picking these days. I plant
myself on the sidewalk. I watch
a troupe of triple titted dancers.
A bear as small as my fist.
An unenthusiastic gymnast
turning limpid flips.

The blue hand reaches in
to scratch behind my ears.
I say thanks God that’s good.
The hand pulls away. The light with it.

 

image: Tara Wray


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