3-in-1
Kelly was having a fact-based daywhen all of a sudden she couldn’tlive like this anymore. Her home addresswas a streaming TV channel. Ads were growling at her,your outside is too large, your inside too small.She knew she wasn’t completely talented. But this!
Every woman should have a 3-in-1 vegetable peeler,the TV person said, but it was hard to finda day as crisp as a dollar by which to lightoneself on fire. Philip knew for certainwhat he’d do next, not the consequences,which, like downed forest, were lying there.
He would find a way to Kelly’s housewhere her vegetable peeler would surely belips zipped in a drawer still harnessedto its cardboard. On second thought,he would try to get to know himselfas he was. Not worth getting evolved.
Simply Simvastatin
A lot goes into the naming of…
You're reading a preview of
The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, May/June 2019