Categories: Poetry

On the Death of My Parents by Connie Woodring

In a milli-second to the 50th power after

                                 the Original ovumsperm

                                  spread throughout the universal womb,

                 neo-farctions,  plasmacratins, e0-gons and malapractons

                                  took full responsibility for                    

                                                 invisibility

                                                         and

                                                   INFINITY.

The jealous NOGOD, fearing all would be saved,

                                             created mediocre

                                                     mortality.

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Connie Woodring’s poem, “The Glass Jar,” has recently been selected for publication by Sick Lit Magazine.

Photo: Thomas Breher

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