Portrait of the Artist as a Man
August 25, 2015


Brain like a jello salad
served front and center at a
Midwestern family cookout.
Sweet and gelatinous
until you inevitably confront
the one sour grape
that lingers
the rest of the meal
like husky uncle Ralph
leering down your shirt.


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