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Jeffrey Skinner
POETRY
 

At Another Table

 

At one table I am midwife to pygmies
At another a boy calling for his mother’s sole attention
Then a man in a t-shirt recalling “Cow Days 2004"
A woman sighing to her cell
        twirling sex from one finger        
        
At a far table I am the train pulling in
        station Prague                     
        strong bitter espresso
        high iron rafters    dry flap of wings

At others I am cooking up real estate deals
A minister writing her last sermon
Five castrati angels
        voices stirring
        coffee into blackest oil
    
At the last table I am my own family
Their chairs & mine bobbing on the battered tin
        of the Atlantic   Come over Jeff    
        Come over   they say    
                    drifting–
        Come on over and join us   for the last
        time   waving from the waves 

 


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