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Two Poems by Howie Good

NOTHING INTO NOTHING EQUALS NOTHING


I had three poems
rejected today,

drove four hours
after sleeping only five,
received two friend requests

on Facebook

from total strangers,
and drank one beer

because I was thirsty
and the rest just because.

I am fifty-eight,
soon to be fifty-nine.

God, I hate math.

__________________________

GARRISON KEILLOR WON’T READ MY POETRY ON PUBLIC RADIO
There are no great truths,
only stray scratches,
a beautiful woman without her top on,

vanishingly small petals of snow.

At any one time, 0.7 percent
of the world’s population is drunk.

And so what if Garrison Keillor won’t
read my poetry on public radio?

It’s filled with words that love each other.

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HISTORY TEACHES by Howie Good

Shades half-drawn
against the sun.

Rows of empty desks.

Faint shrieks floating in
from the playground.

Streaks on the blackboard
of what may be grease

or may be blood.
The classroom globe

turning in the corner.

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A new teller at the drive-
through window,

she wants proof
you’re who you are,

a stream of despondent electrons,
light of the same crumbly consistency

as the snowflakes melting
in the lonely blackness

of a Goth girl’s hair.

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