WAITING ROOM
Craig Sernotti, August 2009
I am waiting for the cure for cancer.
It is due any moment now.
The man sitting next to me doesn’t look familiar.
He exhales mosquitoes.
I slap my face when they bite.
I see outlines of fancy guppies swimming in the air.
There is a man standing next to the man sitting next to me.
He is about as unattractive and uninteresting as a dead governor.
We drown in each others’ cologne
THE RACE
Craig Sernotti, August 2009
We run on empty stomachs.
We eat the lion’s share out of the hands of veterans of imaginary wars.
We pace ourselves to outlast our children’s children.
Our estimated time of arrival is yesterday.
Craig Sernotti is a sometimes writer, and has appeared in Instant Pussy, Skidrow Penthouse, Clockwise Cat, Mudfish, New York Quarterly, and Sisters of the Page, among others. He edits The (http://welcometoyethe.blogspot.com).
