Believe it or not
Believe it or not the estranged couple
after years of toothpaste-sharing and laughter-sharing
are complete strangers now.
They cringe at time’s passage.
They morph into salt
which is rimmed around a margarita glass
imbibed on Day of the Dead.
Vihuelas strum the coastal shelf
as brainwaves are expressed in cups of mirth.
Believe it or not there’s a blind salamander
lying in a far-off cave right now
that survives on one meal every ten years.
When she eats, she eats the darkness slowly.
Believe it or not there’s a legless table
on which my 5 stages of grief dines
as cows are milked tableside and
cheese is rolled in wheels of organic ash.
Believe it or not there’s an elderly couple
tottering across a busy intersection
clutching each other’s sun-pocked hands
while a remiss god yawns, returns to sleep.
- © Ezra Solway 2023
Ezra is a poet and journalist who lives and writes in Philadelphia. A Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, his work has appeared in Philadelphia Stories, Identity Theory, Bending Genres, among others. You can follow his writings on Twitter @SolwayEzra
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