THE FOREIGN AFFAIR

by Stefanie Bennett


Bossy was kicking the bucket
Long before she did –,
Rationing
The great white froth –,
Bellowing
Something sinful
And worse
In Fall when
The calf
Was lost
To heaven…

Cow days. [What’s that!]
A tanned rump
And head
Stuck
In Greenwich
Mean-time, the eyes
All-telling.

She saw
“Hell”.
She
Disarmed it.

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