Three Short Tragic Poems

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The Pearl Harbor Coward
When the airplanes
attacked, that time
we spent with our
hands down each
other’s pants
was all I could
think about.

Breakfast of Channelization
It’s milk, it’s grain
and when you pour
the milk over the
grain, you can eat
them together -
Milk dilutes with
tears, cereal.

Neighbor Was a Beauty
These walls
are so thin I
can hear you
brush knots
from your
pretty hair in
the morning,
I can hear you
pass a wind,
subsonic.