My name is David, and I revel in sincerity. I'm a reforming prescriptivist whose humor nestles between the straight line and subsuming wit.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Perched prone, lips pursed
by the kiss of a dying wish,
I had drawn heavily on an already
well-bled bank and left, by my account,
little more than flavorless marrow.
(Though I’ve known my grandmother
to make a young lamb stew from less-
the ribbed neck bones of
younger stock and a mirepoix
of dried root vegetables,
still sandy from a shallow soil;
she would joke that she had
brought it with her all the way
from Galway Bay.)
And with two rough-hewn coins to barter
for a second’s sight,
I noted the clock on the wall
as the braised flesh of my body
slid from one hand to the other.
