CALLING FROM OVER THE FENCE


THE NEIGHBOR CALLS FROM OVER THE FENCE

We're at table under Autumn Blaze
eating hamburgers and shrimp
talking with Esaú. E-sa-ú.
Three syllables. Mexican.
He says he's in limbo.
Jacob's brother. I try on his name.
Put on his limbo.
I don't need his brother to do this.

I say his name out loud, Esaú,
like his mother calling him to dinner.
He is always in limbo.

Jim Bodeen
23 September 2019


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