Potluck

 

T H I S    W E E K

WATERSLIDES IN AUXILIARY HOSPITAL WASHROOM by Daniel Thompson

 

Three Poems

 

a prolonged absence of something specified

 

You said it had been like this for three

years—no water, no rainfall. We drove

to the restaurant like noble

Californians, I saw the strawberries

gleaming against the green.

Water had never been

so important to me. 

 

 

 

 

fall

 

It
happens 
to the 
very 
best 
of us.
 

The long
haul, the
hours—
the thoughts 
that 
rake 
us through
and
through.
 

I’m not
one to
fall 
in love
like a 
leaf
falls from 
a tree,


 

slowly
and
with
purpose.

 

 

 

ufo
 

A singular unidentified
flying object catches
my sight

descending
like Jesus might
from the heavens.

I freeze
feeling like a 
snowflake, unimportant
and afraid,
as it directs its
path straight
for me.

It hovers near,
and from its belly a creature

slithers and glides
gracefully to where
I have been standing.

It rips out my
heart and,
in a language I understand,
tells me “this
is it.”

I throw my hat
on the ground
and move on.

 

 

 

 

 

Nate Cabral lives in Brooklyn, NY and is probably watching Gilmore Girls this very moment.