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SHJ Issue 4
Fall 2011

[Two Poems]

Ali Murphy

“Dig in,”

says my mother-in-law, who is staying with us for five weeks. She smiles over her
veggie lasagna—chunks of cottage cheese, dry carrots, and frozen broccoli parts. Dig
in, dig in. And there are these sardines she bought,
presumably an ingredient for dinner tomorrow night. They are just lying there in my
pantry, dead and salted. Waiting to be eaten, probably for years.

God said He would never give us more than we can bear. Do you hear me, God?
Cottage cheese. Sardines. Here.


Garage Sale

Mom called to ask 
what she could get rid of.

I told her everything.


“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury