Wonderbread by Alfred corn

Wonderbread
BY ALFRED CORN
Loaf after loaf, in several sizes,
and never does it not look fresh,
as though its insides weren’t moist
or warm crust not the kind that spices
a room with the plump aroma of toast.

Found on the table; among shadows
next to the kitchen phone; dispatched
FedEx (without return address, though).
Someone, possibly more than one
person, loves me. Well then, who?

Amazing that bread should be so weightless,
down-light when handled, as a me
dying to taste it takes a slice.
Which lasts just long enough to reach
my mouth, but then, at the first bite,

Nothing! Nothing but air, thin air .... 
Oh. One more loaf of wonderbread,
only a pun for bread, seductive
visually, but you could starve.
Get rid of it, throw it in the river—

Beyond which, grain fields. Future food for the just
and the unjust, those who love, and do not love.

Nicholas brothers

Parkour twins

Chelsey minnis - clown

Clown

BY CHELSEY MINNIS

It seems like I'm growing more and more like a clown. First of all, I'm always

sad. Secondly, all my knives are made out of rubber. Thirdly, it's like my house 

is on fire.

No, I'm definitely becoming more like a clown. I have a tendency to want to put

on clown clothes. As soon as I put the clown clothes on I feel faintly happier...

Another sign is that I constantly feel like I'm alone in a dressing room. Most 

of the time I feel amused. Anyway, the only thing good about the circus is 

the tigers.

I realize that I could get both legs cut off by the circus train or get frightened

by an elephant. But it's very depressing to sit around in a clown suit and think

about death.

Sometimes I don't feel happy unless I'm in my clown suit. And I enjoy hitting

people on the head with a foam club. I really do...

When people see me they realize that it looks very sophisticated to wear a clown

suit and smoke a cigarette. This is how I get all the ladies because they think I'm

very droll.

People don't understand how you turn into a clown. You turn into a clown 

because you feel more and more like putting on a clown suit. When you're 

around people you sense a kindliness. It makes you so nervous you can't 

stay calm. Which is why it feels perfectly normal to wear orange pants.

Plus, it's very subversive to wear bow ties. You can't imagine how jolly 

everything is. And the fright wigs... I don't want to be a clown but I'm 

sure to be one. My mother was a clown.