Two Poems by Michael Hoerman

Stalactites
In the cave, my friend J.C.,
Whose father wouldn't claim him,
Broke stalactites with his fingers.
He caught a white cavefish, carried it
In cupped hands until clear water ran out,
Then bashed it bloody with a rock.
He pulled out the pack of Marlboros I'd lost.
He denied they were mine.
I said something about doing him like the fish.
He offered me [...:]