“Merchandise” and “Nothing More” by Jeffrey S. Callico

Categories: ISSUE 01: Babe

Splayed in the middle of the road, a dead
human, some other humans stop.
They stop and look at the splayed human
who is dead. No one knows

what to make of it, no one knows what
to say, what to think. The sun
hot on skin. Everyone looks
at the dead splayed human for some time.

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Nothing More
It was the other day
I finished mowing the lawn

and drank a beer
afterward. The television

on inside but no one
watching because

no one inside. I was alone
with my post-mow beer

watching a neighbor
get her mail. Just past noon

I had my beer and the lawn
was cut and the television

was on and there’s
really nothing more to say.

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