14 August 2010 | Vol. 10, No. 2
Lot's Wife's Lot
Poor dear, she'll never get to disappear
until we tire of her taste. Like the minute hand
that doesn't move, our eyes' formaldehyde
keep her glued. And our literature, like her,
stares forever back at nothing much left.
About the author:
Steven Breyak really likes being a poet but would also like to be a short story writer. Another thing he would really like is to have a great job at some university you've all heard of to talk about in this sentence, other than his great job with Emerson College's Young Writers in the summer of 2008. Around here, he'd like to mention a fellowship he received that would make all of you say, "Oh, that's why he's famous," despite his lack of fellowship and fame. You can read more of his work on the Web and in print in places such as Poets and Artists, Thieves Jargon, Night Train, Softblow, Tattoo Highway, Sawbuck, and Word Riot. He is search-engine friendly so feel free to search and read.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Steven Breyak at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 10, No. 2, where "Lot's Wife's Lot" ran on August 14, 2010. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
