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Anonymous Musings

Poetry & Prose | November 7, 2016

Anonymous 1

 

have you noticed

the way an olive drapes off its pit

like skin on tongue?

 

there’s a line i can’t read in my grandmother’s recipe

and so i peel olive by olive

and stare at her worn page

 

 

 

Anonymous 2

 

A woman crosses the footbridge,

beating back the sunshine with her umbrella

water lilies bobbing white below her

She grips a halfempty jar in her other hand

brown fluid sloshing in time with her steps

and I strain to read the label as I pass

“Herring in wine sauce”