@

Tell me something, have you ever stepped on a nest of baby birds?

Yes, once. Maiming one.

 

By accident?

Of course.

Dish Bitches

By Gabe Foreman

Poem

Every boomerang I toss
wobbles off to clobber a neighbour.

My stack of stapled job apps
circles back to chain me to this sink of steel –

elbow-deep in foaming pots
scraping veal and apricots

from dented pans and countertops …
Half-asleep at work, I’m dreaming