Nov 20, 2023
I resisted form: drove a mile at 3 am
to Safeway for one carrot,
bought cheese instead. The cashier asked
how I was, as if I were fine.
Back in the office, shuffling numbers
that wouldn’t add up, I dozed off
on a raft hitched to three big mouth trout
that wouldn’t swim, like I couldn’t swim,
so of course my grip slipped and I’m back
to snack wraps that were black cat bad.
Accounting taught me people don’t count.
I remember a riverbed too replete to sleep on,
a big mouth trout picked clean, and three
clouds looking like a flock of unshorn sheep.
Kenton K. Yee’s recent poems appear (or will soon) in Plume Poetry, Threepenny Review, TAB Journal, I-70 Review, Hawaii Pacific Review, Terrain.org, Mantis, Sugar House Review, Constellations, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and Rattle, among others. Kenton holds a PhD from UCLA and law and business degrees from Stanford. He writes from Northern California.