I wanted this quark-colored tangerine-flake double-deckered
hot bread and butter.
He brings our plates to the table —
this was gruesome. Fighting over a ham sandwich?
That was the good war, the war we won.
George Starbuck / On Reading John Hollander’s Poem “Breadth. Circle. Desert.
Monarch. Month. Wisdom. (for which there are no rhymes)”
Jack Collom / Bald Eagle Count
Clarence Major / Waiter in a California Vietnamese Restaurant
Gerald Stern / Another Insane Devotion
Howard Nemerov / The War in the Air