Today's poem is by Amorak Huey
Fairy Tale
My father cuts off his thumb with a circular saw.
A tiny magical man makes me an offer.I cannot refuse. My father's thumb grows back.
The price I have agreed to pay is too great,I cannot bear to say its name aloud. In the corner
of every room I enter, the tiny magical mancrouches, nameless and cruel. Not today, he says.
Not today. One day, I will enter a room and he willnot be there and I will know the bill has come due.
A phone will ring. I will answer. A stranger's voicewill mispronounce my name, apologize,
hesitate. In this brief silence, foolish hope will bloom.
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