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If You Are Looking for Me,
by John Hart

I’m in the motel outside of town,
slouched in the faded green armchair,
thumbing the Gideon Bible,
and, the TV muted, ignoring the weather report
about Florida’s lascivious sunshine.

In the sheets others have touched,
you will touch someone others have touched,
after I take the phone off the hook. Later,
I could go on about the Fountain of Youth
while we watch out the window

as retirees with Georgia license plates check in.
Tomorrow morning, you’ll step from the shower,
clean as a baptized baby, and find me still abed.
You’ll smoke, waiting on me to check out,
and then you’ll want to be taken to breakfast,

where you might look lovely, piddling with your eggs,
while I go on about “The Waste Land”
in the deserted parking lot.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 15, Issue 3.

John Hart was raised in Kansas City, KS and currently resides in Winter Park, FL.  His poems have been published in the Antioch Review, Hopkins Review, New South, The Southern Review, Verse Daily, and Washington Square Review.

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Venus in Transit
by Anne Britting Oleson

She flashed across his universe,
all swing skirt and sandals
and red hair and convertible—
where she slung her purse
into the back seat before
sliding behind the wheel.

Tonight’s cowboy, hopes dashed,
stands in a parking lot
lit by a sputtering streetlight,
watching the glowing taillights
disappear down the empty road,
hunching his shoulders
against the echo of mocking laughter
streaming from the heavens
like a falling, failing star.

(for Morgan)

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 15, Issue 3.

Anne Britting Oleson has been published widely, in North America, Europe and Asia.  She has published two chapbooks, The Church of St. Materiana and The Beauty of It.  She lives in central Maine with her family.

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Cooking Show Host Seeks a Career Change,
by Carrie Conners

After an hour of brainstorming her job skills she complied:
1) smiling through anything, even cramping facial muscles or fingers
sizzling against the side of a cast-iron pan, 2) uttering fake, orgasmic
noises for the camera when she bites into food. It’s always too hot

to taste anything right after you take it off the burner. By the fourth
show she realized that by closing her eyes she could stymie the tears
from a singed tongue while amplifying the appearance of pleasure.
From this list she figures she might have a future as a phone sex

operator or a politician. She can’t do it any longer. Last week while
demonstrating the proper technique of pan searing foie gras, she swore
she heard a duck’s angry quacking. On her website, her favorite foods
are listed as sea scallops with cilantro gremolata and ginger-lime buerre

blanc and walnut almond cake with orange-pomegranate compote,
but most nights she eats Cocoa Puffs or Doritos. Giving up, she slices
a lemon in half and twists her fingers into its flesh to cover the smell
of garlic, a tip she told her viewers, but that never really eliminates the scent.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 15, Issue 3.

Carrie Conners is an Assistant Professor of English at LaGuardia Community College of the City University of New York (CUNY).  In addition to Cider Press Review, her poetry has appeared in California Quarterly, Tar Wolf Review, DMQ Review, and RHINO.

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