John Dorroh – 1 poem

Snippet

 

 

I lay in a dried out cornfield with my legs up

into the sky, a wishbone, yes, a chicken-shit

 

wishbone. A big green and yellow John Deere

began singing a lullaby, moving toward my

 

mouth, my heart, all of me and I let it chew

me up, remembering mama saying chew

 

chew, chew on this fish. It may have bones.

Damn straight. What fish doesn’t? Don’t talk

 

to your mama like that. Just sayin… Anyway

I heard the crunch but never felt pain until

 

she tossed me into the deepest part of the

river where the triplets died last September.

 

There.

 

 

 

The verdict is still out whether John Dorroh taught any high school science; however, he showed up every morning at 6:45 for a few decades with at least two lesson plans in his briefcase. His poems and short fiction have appeared in Dime Show Review, Sic Lit, Poetry Breakfast, Suisun Valley Review, 99 Words, and others. He travels, bikes and hikes, and plays in the dirt when the weather allows.