Author name: Rattle

Audio, Poems

Mark

Not everything hard will break you, but it will
probably leave a mark,

like the scratch on the front bumper
from a ladder propped against the garage wall,

the one you didn’t even know you’d touched
until it started moving.

Poems

This Again

And if you don’t have a car,
are you supposed to borrow one or can you Uber a body
to a cliff and ask the driver to wait while you chuck it off?
And what if you’re afraid of heights? It’s time we address
the shocking lack of detail in antiSemitism.

Poems, Prompt Poems, Tributes

Diet Coke

All I saw my mother drink
for years. In the diner, served
with a striped straw and shredded
paper beanie or sometimes
at Stop & Shop just before checkout,
its perfect plastic body pulled from
the squat fridge that sits underneath
the conveyor belt—but most often
sipped from a silver can on the porch.

Audio, Poems

Salt

In this room down a hall
at the Hopewell House
every Wednesday
from 6:30 to 8:00 p.m.,
the widowed have agreed to meet
to lick the salt block.

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