2 poems by Karl Koweski
happy family
my daughter often draws portraits of her happy family the artistic rendition of my wife being much slimmer than the flesh and blood reality though my daughter makes sure to give me as little hair as possible dressed as a ninja setting fire to the mailbox and her puppy, a brown smudge on three legs marking his territory though isn’t so much the circular UFO always hovering in the background as it is the two story house with the wrap-around porch and the in-ground pool with the wobbly fiberglass stairs and the inflatable dollar store pool that this happy family calls home briefly given over to silicon galleries measured by Google hits relegated to blog comment sections on message boards scratching their mandalas in the sand |