The Fourth River

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Poem: “I survived the summer,” by Jess Feldman

By on March 24, 2017

From Issue 13
Nominated for Pushcart Prize, 2016

 

Can I share this happiness with you?
Meat on a spit, a trashcan full of yellow rice,
this Chiweenie takes a shit by its stroller.
All I want is everything on my Pinterest boards
and I will go away from this villa astride a grullo nag.
You can have everything, but not all at once.
Who says? A wise woman, a shark
whose mouth extends past its eyes.
Friends, a good horse is never a bad color.
A bait bucket of day-old donuts brings the black bear
into firing range for the Mainer. Harmless fun.
What mobs my soul is that to summit the mountain,
you must hike all night ‘til dawn and are not
guaranteed the scenic vista, and by vista, I mean
the answer to all Life’s problems.
Why continue on? Jess, your arms
they are too long for this world.

 

 

Listen to Jess Feldman read “I survived the summer”

 

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Jess Feldman’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Sixth Finch, Reality Beach, Paperbag and elsewhere. Her manuscript “Call It a Premonition” was chosen by Zachary Schomburg as winner of the 2015 BOAAT Winter Chapbook Competition. Jess lives in Brooklyn, NY.