This word is
miserable old zucchini
left to rot on the vine.
This word has a face
like a bowl of angry corn flakes.
Its eyes are the color
of split-pea soup.
It watches and smiles
as angels are beaten
to the sidewalk.
Its heart is made of concrete.
This word is frequently found
smoking cigarettes in snowstorms.
About David Kowalczyk
David Kowalczyk lives and writes in the small cannery town of Oakfield, New York. His poetry and fiction have been published in seven anthologies and over a hundred magazines and journals, including Taj Mahal Review, The Delinquent, The Maynard, and California Quarterly. He has taught English in South Korea and Mexico as well as at Arizona State University.
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