Poem — Erick Brenstrum



Anna thinks
I should shave my chest
Alex thinks not
she likes it
the way it is
a touch of Cro-Magnon
of cave bears and skins
mammoths and spears
and the long arctic night.

Anna is six going on seven
plenty of time to change
her mind.


Erick Brenstrum

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