Introducing
R. Gerry Fabian

 

 

Cold Front Approaching

 

The city is in a code red.

The driving snow

makes it hard to breathe

even through my woolen scarf.

During the walk from the subway,

my eyebrows are ice coated.

Even the foyer smells dampish sour.

Walking inside the apartment,

instead of spiced chicken cutlets,

I smell last night’s tuna can.

Now the apartment.

is less than half furnished

and I

have a new appreciation

of winter storm warnings.

 

 

 

 

 

Cold Chowder

 

All the ingredients

are

properly prepared.

Clams shucked;

onions, celery, carrots

cut and cubed;

flour, butter and cream

whisked

thick and smooth.

 

Simmered

yet never boiled.

 

The only item

missing

is you.

 

 

 

 

 

Tense

 

After

he has gone to work,

she

assembles

those items

which would not haunt her

and writes

this note:

Goodbie Forever.

 

She wants to say more

but

her spelling is poor

and she

always uses

the wrong form

of the verb

to be.

                                                           

That is about

to change.

 

 

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