If we, as we are             Then we will                   Dear Love
There are two common denominators
Your calves       Your breasts       Your thighs
Your butt       The space between your hips and your belly button

Are not them       But they came from there
And they have crossed back over to Ellis Island
Two very old women feed them delicacies
From a 1954 stove clean as new

Sam at 100 singing Goldie oldies
Sonny senile with his mail-order bride
Older brother drowned in East River       1919
What have we got to argue over

Another nine hundred miles

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Contents | Mudlark No. 49 (2013)