Prose Poem

GOOD CONVERSATION

by

Valerie Witte  

Little Blue told me, while skewering
scallions and piercing red peppers,
that he would marry a 400-pound woman.
If she smothered him, pushing
out air through lips and nostrils; flattened
him like skin, or if he, lacking direction,
were unable to navigate her
streams and straits, caverns
and coves; if he became lost in her
vast expanse,
it wouldn't matter, he said, flipping
kabobs, bathing them in Kansas City
Masterpiece. As long as she made
good conversation.

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Valerie Witte holds a BA in English writing from Rhodes College. Her writing has appeared in The Southwestern Review and the chapbook In the Margins. She currently works in the electronic production department at a medical publishing company in St. Louis. You can reach Valerie at: witvr@hotmail.com .

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