All at Once
When I was five
I was five.
Recalling
being four, I
turned six. It’s
always been
like this — one
foot in the grave,
one in gravy.
Wishbone
You can guess
what the chicken
would have wished for —
At the Drone Factory
The problem was
how they went
on and on — believing
there was no problem.
Andrea Cohen directs the Blacksmith House Poetry Series in Cambridge and lives part-time in Wellfleet. Her most recent book is The Sorrow Apartments.
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