Three poems by Lenny DellaRocca


The Need to Explain



Before heading to the gym,

my wife—unencumbered by her


handbag— walks to the laundry slash

mail room where a chiropractor’s


flyer announces a new technique

to eliminate pain with magnets


and a copper band.

A Realtor’s postcard says


she’s just sold 1309—

the woman who walks outside


in her pajamas each evening—

at a higher-than-average sum.


A Watchtower

warns The End is Near.


1208 comes out car keys in hand,

sees me holding Marie’s bag.


By the straps.


I just watched a YouTube video, I tell him,

about the Mimic Octopus,


a creature that can make itself

look like a sea snake.