JULIA
A poem by Michael Internicola
JULIA
is matty’s little girl
and she’s the cutest thing.
her nose looks like two
peanuts when we sing
little tea cup in the
backseat of the mini
van my buddy is driving.
he’s laughing. every time
julia drops her ball i pick
it up. every time i drop the
ball nobody gets it but me.
his pregnant wife is sleeping
in the front seat. i look over
at julia and she waves good-bye.
i look at matty. i tell him to
keep the tv. he hands me ten
bucks and smiles at the naples
greyhound bus station.
Winter 2006-2007 Poetry:
AS WINTER COMES by Nancy Abdel Messieh
BOUNDARY STONES #1 & #2 by Alison
Eastley
WHAT HAPPENED by Lakshmi Krishnan
SYLVIA PLATH by Brian Willems
(tanka) by Dorothy McLaughlin
A BAD DAY by Nicholas Messenger
REVOLUTION by Heather Larsen
DIRTY FLOORS by Sam Friedman
JULIA by Michael Internicola
YOU ARE PART OF THIS by A. Thiagarajan
INAUDIBLE GESTURES GROWN ALL TOO COLD
by C. Allen Rearick
HOW LONG THE NIGHT WAS by Gary Charles
Wilkens
DREAM OF THE GARDEN by Lance Newman
SHE by Aimee Cirucci
LAUNDRY BOY'S CHANGE by Julian Haladyn
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