Three Poems by Erin Bealmear

Red Plastic Paper Towel Holder

My red plastic paper towel holder
is loved by all
who see it
by the minions
who touch it
by those who can't
and understood
by no one
but me

The Great Fruit War

Fanny and Danny sit
on the beach,
a small container of blueberries
beside them.
"Hey," Fanny says,
gesturing at the container.
"What do you think about that?"
"Don't know."
"You don't know?"
"I don't know.
They look like blueberries."
Fanny sighs. "Yeah.
And what else..."
"What do you want me to say?"
"That they're the most beautiful
blueberries you've ever seen."
"Well, they're not," says Danny.
"So I'm not going to say that."
Danny glances at Fanny,
and starts to whisper.
"You know that blueberries scare me."
"Oh, really.
I didn't remember that.
I must have forgotten."
Danny shrugs.
"Don't worry about it."
And then he's off,
back up the beach,
leaving the blueberries behind.


She met him
at a restaurant,
a table near the back.
He told her she was sweet
and kind
and easy
on the eyes.
He fiddled
with her heart.
He fiddled with her mind.
He fiddled,
and he fiddled,
and he fiddled
some more.
And then he said
he would call her,
made her think that he would.
Then he fiddled away.
for good.

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