"Turn Right Past the Stump"
Belladonna on the tongue. Thirty-seven
absent members keeps us from a valid
quorum but we can at least take notes
to more effectively brainwash them when
they get over this nasty bug that’s burned
through the elementary school. You
asked for extra tomato sauce on the pizza
last night over the objections of everyone
else in the room, however, so you’ve got
all the experience necessary to make this
work. You ask yourself: can tuna be that
effective when used in place of caulk? Is
there any reason that the bricks in the wall
between your room and the church cannot
be replaced with the bones of your ancestors?
How many baluchitheria can dance
on the head of a screwdriver? Will you be
able to get tickets to the Yo La Tengo show
before they sell out? Your philosophy degree
comes in handy sometimes. But for now,
it’s off to the hardware store for fifty yards
of twine, six pounds of kopi luwak, as many
shovels as will be needed to get the job done.
If they resist your mind powers, there are
always replacements ready to cast a bitter,
more tractable vote when you reconvene.
About the author
November 2018 marked Robert Beveridge's thirtieth anniversary as a publishing poet. When not writing, he makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Pink Litter, Triadæ, and Welter, among others.