wheelhouse archive

Issue 6, Spring/Summer 2008

Poetry Reading at Y’s Penthouse
by Arlene Ang

From the start, we criticized the formation of holes in the Swiss cheese.

Gin and tonic in the fridge slowed several hands down.

We fingered the black telephone, like an afterlife.

Another first draft became the laundry detergent.

Y made us uncomfortable with his existential groping.

Trees detached themselves from photographs on the sideboard.

Someone plagiarized the habits of someone else’s neighbor.

Passing cars swept a dead frog down the one-way street.

Pin pricks on some arms ended up proving/improving rain.

Cigarette fog in the hallway reconstructed different realities (religion).

We discovered—in detail—how thirst runs fast in families.