paul weinman
within a cricket's carapace
The young boy I baby'sat for
put a cricket between his lips.
Bit a piece of its brownish-black back
off. Said the Pledge of Allegiance
in perfectly spoken Spanish.
Classical. Even Cervantes
would have sheathed his sword.
I called up celestial things.
I asked for my father's judgment.
A coupon for a Pizza Hut Combo
was glued to my forehead.