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Mather Schneider | Word Riot
Poetry | November 15, 2009

Two Poems by Mather Schneider


don’t go out to dinner with two white haired old ladies, your mom and your aunt who you haven’t seen in ten years. Don’t listen to them as they rave about the new restaurant in the mall where the children run feral and a clown lurks in the corner painting pictures and the bartender has acne. Jesus, the vegetables will be juiceless and cold, there will be a pile of pepper on the steak, your fries will sit in the tanning-window like the fingers of a Miami snowbird. The onion rings will be baby-oil greasy, the