Brunch Ghazal

By Jeanine Stevens

Naked disciples drag nets on the Sea of Tiberius.

Jesus sets up a BBQ. They all toast fish and bread.

 

In the southern hemisphere it is always tricky

to exchange ivory for diamonds, salt for gold.

 

I still have my Underwood Portable from high school.

A younger man calls me a seasoned poet. Turmeric?

 

At camp I gorged on eggs turned green in tin pans,

and slimy, fish-eyed tapioca (untouched by others).

 

At Pacific Bell, my first job, the supervisor Miss Flowers,

had the hots for me. I disconnected Mickey Rooney thrice.

 

A brief walk at coffee break, we discover a hog wrapped

in burlap under the wooden bridge. Don’t mention this.

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Jeanine Stevens is the author of Sailing on Milkweed released by Cherry Grove Collections. Her second poetry book, Limberlost, is forthcoming from Future Cycle Press. Her most recent chapbook, Needle in the Sea, was published by Tiger’s Eye Press. Winner of the MacGuffin Poet Hunt, the Ekphrasis Prize and the Stockton Arts Commission Award. Poems have appeared in Poet Lore, Stoneboat, Arsenic Lobster, Rosebud, Pearl, Evansville Review, Addana and the Connecticut River Review.


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