POETRY by Alisa Golden
by Alisa Golden
STILL LIFE WITH GAME BIRD AND DICE (OIL) Hunched over, raked over the grill, hands in ice water burgers fries shakes burgers fries diapers burgers gas shakes shirts outgrown again burgers not another pair of shoes shakes backpack friesshakes student loan default, snake eyes— This could be you. Sorry, Mama, I just can't tonight. Bring your own apron. Bring your own gloves. Don't bring your upbringing into it. Shake it. This could be better. This could be temporary. This could be now and again boxcars to nowhere unless you and you and you walk out, head high.
Alisa Golden writes, makes art, and teaches bookmaking with letterpress on the side at California College of the Arts. Her stories, poems, and essays have been published in 100 Word Story, Diagram, and NANO, among others. She is the author of Making Handmade Books and edits Star 82 Review in the one-square-mile city of Albany, CA. www.neverbook.com