by Heather Van Doren
The radio deejays say seals are jerks
during a story about one that bit off
a woman’s nose, chewing it up and
spitting it in the snow, coldly
ungrateful for her rescue effort at
a hunters’ clubbing spree.
You contemplate this on your
morning drive while the deejays
move on to plugging the air guitar
contest at an upcoming nightclub
remote, a chance to win a free mug
with their faces on it.
Heather Van Doren’s poetry and fiction have been published in Word Riot, Yankee Pot Roast, Long Story Short, Spillway Review, Pemmican, Poetry Scotland and Wicked Alice.
