A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms


by Paul Hostovsky

We’ll drink
the day
we think
we’re cured.

The day
we kick
we’re cured.
Till then

we kick
the bot-
tle, then
we drag

the butt
to meetings.
A drag!
First things

first! Meetings
get better.
First thing
we know

we’re better.
Got hope.
Now we
got feelings.

We hope
we never
get feeling
too good.

We never
too good
all the pain.

we buried
the pain,
but good.

When we’re buried
they’ll plug
our butt
in the ground.

We’ll unplug
the jug then.
We’ll have grounds.
We’ll be cured.

Paul Hostovsky, a Pushcart awardee, makes his living in Boston as an interpreter at the Massachusetts Commission for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing where he specializes in working with the deaf-blind. He is the author of two full-length poetry collections, Bending the Notes (2008), and Dear Truth (2009), both from Main Street Rag.


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