Poem
The Fairy Begs for Bacon
Published in Volume 18 Issue 2 | Comments 0
Dear Bacon Lady, I’m sorry I didn’t just go ahead and
buy you the savory meat that you showed me you wanted
once upon a time on line in a grocery store.
Your smile, with its few rotted teeth, was haunting. You ducked your head to
display your worth: beneath the white-skinned patroness.
Well, giving people a dollar has become reflexive.
Excuse me, I’m shy of humans, their salt-laced connections.
Forgive my mortal laziness. Did I miss a blessing?
It would fit that you’re not only poor, but homeless – though somehow
you’ve moved in with me. But I think of you roaming the city, a
latter-day fairy, with tests of large, messy caring.
