TWO POEMS
Fairdealing
Two friends digging holes
side by side—one tells the other
to dig faster. I’m going to China she says,
and the other replies
I’m going to Hell.
Both of them
looking for a way out.
Seattle
In the family restroom
in Terminal C
of the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport
there’s a half-used tube of toothpaste
lying on the edge of the sinkbut no soap. Someone brushes their teeth
here, but no one washes their hands—
I have this dream that I’m trapped
in a burning house, just hallways and hallways
and doors thrown open. I know
the way out, but why would I
ever want to leave?
Isobel Bess
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