- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Elephant's Graveyard
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The boys will all be there today
Mom will be happy as we pace the tiny rooms ignoring
the Irish Catholic elephants
that have lingered there
like dust bunnies
and the smell of frying liver
and onions
for years and years.
There will be beer and the retelling
of clannish tales
(with the mandatory embellishments)
laughter and Ma's lasagna
and pacing the rooms
This used to be the TV room
this my bedroom
and this and this..
Nostalgia as cloying
as a layered dessert
both just a trifle
And pacing the rooms
No one can sit still in one place
too long
lest the elephants notice
and come to rest
squarely in our laps.
It is quite a sight
us and the elephants
all doing Kinhin
weaving in and out of ever shrinking Irish Catholic rooms
wearing Noh masks.
