The Fourth Month

The Fourth Month
by Le Hinton
i don’t mind pretense
until it stops pretending
like the heartiness of stone soup
lying dormant in a rounded stomach
after the feast of fools
but often it is the only item
on the menu and the holes in my pocket
preclude eating at McDonald’s
think of Lorca hidden inside la fresca
at a tapas restaurant
before a smiley-faced tapeworm
stretches out for comfort
unexpected yet true
one man gets a pass to enter
the green fields in Brooklyn
another bleeds red in Memphis
luscious and forlorn
if you ask Thomas he’ll sell
you a fork at the sale price
with proper ID
but will keep the spoons for himself

0 thoughts on “The Fourth Month

  1. i like this poem Le. it inspired me to find a mcdonald’s picture to put with it. there were so many good ones, but this mcdonalds ad from India creeped me out so much i had to go with it. -editor

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