Kittens
My
sister keeps
a
full cardboard box
of
Persian kittens
on
her kitchen table.
Eating
dessert is out
of
the question.
Debutants by David J. Thompson
Just
As We Fire
In
all my dreams
I
go target shooting
deep
in the woods
with
Montgomery Clift.
It’s
very quiet in the forest,
and
we always end up kissing
as
we load our weapons.
Just
as we fire, I wake up
feeling
wet and sticky,
with
a melting pistol
in
my hand, the smell
of
gunpowder in the air.
Georges by David J. Thompson
Where
This Comes From
My
new girlfriend believes
a
virgin queen and her army
of
white rabbits rule the moon.
I
don’t know where
this
comes from. I think
she
was raised Baptist.
Steve by David J. Thompson
After
The Storms
Mornings
mean Bloody Marys
and
buckwheat porridge,
while
afternoons are full
of
dire tornado warnings.
My
neighbor raises table rabbits,
so
after the storms, tonight
I’ll
go over the fence to set them free,
maybe
grab a few plump ones
for
delicious breakfast sausage.
Wrinkles by David J. Thompson
Mornings
Come So Early
Each
night before bed
I
drink a cup of warm milk,
swallow
a few sips
of
cheap cherry brandy,
and
eat a handful of Xanax.
Mornings
come so early,
these
days.
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