Your poem community!

Brazilian Telephone

04/28/2026 14:58h
In the peach orchard in an old bathtub the children are standing someone in a bath of salt water, and one gently attaches electrodes to the nipples of the one in the bath. Out of the weeds runs one with a rescued battery from the old motor home, which they had gotten to rev its engine like the sad bleating of a goat. If, later, anyone asks how they learned to do this, in a striped shirt one will say,Oh,I was looking for science experiments in those old textbooks someone got from the library book sale last year.