by Bill Yarrow

It’s a cheap way to feed three hundred people.

Hot fire. Metal pot. Peeled potatoes. Raw fish.

Control the temperature with a garden hose.

Burn off the scum with kerosene. Use giant

aluminum colanders. Lift them out with iron rods.

Set up a buffet table. Scatter picnic benches over

the grounds. Truck in some spicy cole slaw.

Provide trays and salt and pepper. If you boil it,

they will come. Those in shorts and socks. Those

in sundresses sans brassieres. Those in cocktail

gowns. The talk will be of bones and sunscreen

and beer and bones. Careful of the bones. You

have to protect the bones. Put sunscreen on your

bones. The reward of which palpable cherry pie.

Bill Yarrow is the author of WRENCH (erbacce-press 2009). His poems have appeared in Central Park, Confrontation, Berkeley Poets Cooperative, Poem, The Literary Review, Mantis, The Orange Room Review, blossombones, Angelic Dynamo, The Centrifugal Eye, Rio Grande Review, New Aesthetic, DIAGRAM, Arsenic Lobster, Pif Magazine, PANK, Magma, Poetry International and other literary magazines. He has poems forthcoming in Blue Fifth Review and Now Culture. He lives in Illinois.

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