with a nod to William Carlos WilliamsForgetting is a kind
of choice, although
it occurs in the dimness
of an aniline past.
It is like standing interjurisdictional
between Juarez
and El Paso, two choices
with a third,
the water below.
Flossie is on one side,
floozies the other.
That which we were meant
to suffer we already have, and those miseries
have been witnessed
by the vulgar moon
as was the crooked flower
which calls this climate
its own.
If a man chooses according to his need,
he will not choose.
Rather he will sit
mid-bridge
with a margarita and think
of music, of home, saddening New Jersey.
by Jerry Bradley
in Volume 3 Issue 1
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