Peter Longofono    

 

Southpaw

Scrub harder, hogswallop.

I grant you the feel-bads.

The wagon—the wagon.

Rickles-in-cups.

Sure, thumb the chevrons.

Youve yet to overmaster Rubiks.

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Try preempting.

Try the train of unmechanical drays
single folk spring upon one
another.

Oh damn it, thats the point.

Better stop.

So thats whats fluent.

A snag,

A catch.

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Now laugh!

They seriously,

they expect us to spring

for a twenty-four-

dollar cookie!


Longofono

Peter Longofono received his MFA from NYU, where he edited international content for Washington Square Review and served as a Goldwater Fellow. His poems and criticism have appeared or are forthcoming in H_NGM_N, The BakeryLuna Luna Magazine, and Coldfront. He lives in Brooklyn.