Three Poems

by Kyle Harvey

Achoo

For Rye

Why, when you sneeze,

you ask, do you say achoo?

 

Well I suppose, I say,

I wasn’t sure what else to say

 

it’s just always been

the hip thing to do.

 

Wait, wait, I’m afraid, you say,

you may be a bit too late.

 

That is no longer what

the cool cats say.

It’s now

meow.

 

 

Even Four Year Olds

Argue With Themselves

For Paige

 

She says,

No, no, no!

Not kwag!

It’s dog fog.

Not nut!

Butt!

 

Veronica, pregnant

 

tried to swim

but

kept rolling over

and floating

to the top

like a                    bobber.

fishing

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