Contest Results

first date—
the little pile
of anchovies

mistaking telephone
for doorbell—
I let loneliness in

arguing—
a deaf man grabs
the other's hands

crossing the hopscotch
two old women
avoid the lines

dentist's obituary—
common interests
we could never talk about

As if it were spring
the green mold
on the cheese

psychic fair
she brushes some dirt
from the cards