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By Tom Zimmerman


My wife and I have had our morning romp.

I’m eating last night’s flank steak, warm and rare,

black pepper, burgundy, and rosemary

still clinging to the char.

                                     A string quartet

(by Edgar Meyer, if you care) hums from

the stereo. The neighbors’ Sunday news

lies bagged and wet in drying driveways. Geese

honk overhead.

                        We sleepwalk on a bed

of wind! Like dancing skeletons, we shoot

tequila, lick the salt, then bite a lime!


Or have we mixed the order? Childhood, death,

senility, adulthood, first kiss, birth

all jumbled like a book without a spine.

Or was this ever meant to be a book?

Thomas Zimmerman teaches English, directs the Writing Center, and edits two literary magazines at Washtenaw Community College, in Ann Arbor, Michigan. His chapbook In Stereo: Thirteen Sonnets and Some Fire Music appeared from The Camel Saloon Books on Blog in 2012. Tom's website:

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