My wife and I are headed out of town for the weekend, so no helpful introduction for these poems (you'll know when mine was written!) except their similar themes of seriousness wrapped in humor. Enjoy!
[Update: I have taken down poems I am in the process of submitting for publication. I apologize for the confusion and/or inconvenience!]
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Easter at Al Qaeda Bodega
By Mary Karr
At the gold speckled counter, my pal in white apron—
index finger tapping his Arabic paper,
where the body count dwarfs
the one in my Times—announces,
You're killing my people.
But in Hell's Kitchen, even the Antichrist
ought to have coffee—one cream
and two sugars. Blessings
upon you, he says, and means it.