Poem Author: Hédi Kaddour

Spiritual Distress

by Hédi Kaddour: Damn the almanac-makers who leave you / stuck between debts and death

No Rhymes

by Hédi Kaddour: No ocean, no rhymes, the prudent / mountain, long walks and sometimes / when we thought too highly of ourselves / a huge bovine herd, just before the slap

The Supermarket

Chocolates, beer, pâté, whiskey, cookies, she watches them stuff it away and the girl, already drunk, bright red, insults her, threatens to sock her in the face, old bag, they laugh, they shout Thief! The security guards come, grab her, the others laugh harder, she exclaims Not me! It’s them! The guards frisk, the girl …

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