TWO-THIRDS OF THE WAY THROUGH A BOTTLE OF WILD TURKEY, MY NEIGHBOR SHARES A TALE OF WOE By David E. Poston

I felt like Ahab’s good leg, he says.

No matter how sturdy and dependable

I was, she never noticed.

To show her my undying love, 

I gave her a small hole 

wrapped in gold.

What could be sweeter,

than letting her 

break my heart again,

the way a surgeon might 

tenderly re-

break someone’s bone?

David E. Poston’s work has appeared recently or is forthcoming in Cider Press Review, Ibbetson Street, Main Street Rag, and Reedy Branch Review. He is a frequent book reviewer for Pedestal and a co-editor of Kakalak. To anyone who has a tale of woe, he will offer Wild Turkey and sympathy.