“Inky, Blinky: A Pac-Man Villanelle,” by Mitch Frye
Dec 20th, 2017 | By Defenestration
The sheet peels off. The spirit dies,
Yet sight persists as through a haze.
In death, we’re left with just our eyes.
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“A is for Addiction,” by Liz Sellier
Dec 20th, 2017 | By Defenestration A drafty basement. Bitter coffee. 12 steps.
Attendees join four-fingered hands
and bow blue, green, orange, yellow heads,
in surrender and serenity.
“To My Dear and Loving Cabot Extra Sharp Cheddar,” by Benjamin J. Chase
Dec 20th, 2017 | By Defenestration If ever cheese were cheese, then surely you.
I’ll never eat another; that much is true.