BEHIND THE SUN
There’s a used car salesman
in the corner and he wants
more than anything in his
life to sell you this pristine
‘74 Gremlin with less than five
thousand miles on it. You try
to shut him down but he takes
a place at the kitchen table,
pulls out a big plate of chicken
fricassee from the worst
Chinese buffet in Montpelier,
Vermont, and a pair of chop-
sticks that were old when Ike
was eating egg foo yung
in Winnetka, Illinois. Perhaps
reverse psychology will work?
You’ve been trying to unload
Kim Jong-un’s childhood
Parcheesi board for months,
not a nibble on Craigslist.
Time to get out the skillet,
pour in the eggs.
--Robert Beveridge
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