WARD'S RULE 5 by Ryan Vine
if at a Christmas party
you should walk into a room
and see the woman you love
sharing a bench with another man
leaning over her crossed legs
and into her laugh
to avoid detection
for god's sake don't shuffle
if at a Christmas party
you should walk into a room
and see the woman you love
sharing a bench with another man
leaning over her crossed legs
and into her laugh
to avoid detection
for god's sake don't shuffle
just crawl into your pants
hands first through your pockets
"None is so poor that he need sit on a pumpkin."
Thoreau
To write as a field grows pumpkins,
to scribble page after page with an orange crayon,
to lose teeth and still smile,
to survive a frost that blackened acres,
to wake after surgery.
To live without rotting from within,
to ignore imperfections of the skin,
to be heavy, and still be chosen,
to please a strict vegetarian,
to end the day full of light.
is a chewy
treat, like
toffee, only
less sweet,
and slightly
nutty, like
birch bark,
with a salty
aftertaste as
steely as a
flint-spark,
best doused
with straight
whiskey or
dark coffee.
It’s too soon to tell how much the immigration crackdown is to blame.