by Howie Good
I had lost my job breaking in new shoes for men with big feet. With nothing much to do, I read the reports, worked the numbers, and confirmed the findings: we are all the debris of a long ago explosion. More recently, I sneaked into an exhibition at the Galerie der Moderne. The walls were hung with paintings by people who didn’t seem to know how to paint. I did enjoy, though, the wine in elegant plastic cups and the cubes of cheese on frilly toothpicks. I would have stayed longer, only there were all these police around, searching for someone of my general description.
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Howie Good is the author of Famous Long Ago, a forthcoming prose poetry collection from Laughing Ronin Press.