Sally Bellerose
        GRASSHOPPER*
Brought in with the Swiss chard  
	a three-legged grasshopper sits on my counter  
	prehistoric unmoving.  Even the bulbous eyes  
	only appear to shift around in their orbits.  
	No threat to me.   
	The missing fourth leg makes me sigh  
	before smashing the monster  
	between thumb and forefinger.  
	Chartreuse bleeds through paper towel 
	wetting my skin.  The grasshopper was big.   
	I had to squeeze hard.   
	To live it would have had to look  
	a little less alien  
	a little more        like me.   
 * * *  
 DEMENTIA WINE     
	Days turned night side up,  
	he is nonetheless awake, his nose flat  
	against the window pane this morning. 
	His spouse says, "Eat your breakfast, darling." 
	"Front row seat."  He nods.  "Look, 
	our backyard is Broadway." 
	Sleep deprived by his night wanderings, 
	his spouse squints out a dirty window,  
	sees his chorus line of berries  
	dewed in glamour on the leggy vines. 
	With coffee and Fibre O's 
	from the breakfast nook they follow   
	the day warming to full rehearsal,  
	berries high stepping in the heat,  
	plumped in longing, 
	keeping perfect time. 
	
	"Dying to be picked and eaten," 
	he sings portly sweet, 
	waving from the window, 
	"Red raspberry…black raspberry 
	choose me…choose me." 
	He's in a good mood. 
	His meds are working. 
	By late morning he is dozing on the Lazy Boy. 
	His spouse is drinking yet another cup of coffee, 
	staring at low-hung,  
	fermenting berries,  
	dangling in the hot sun. 
	All is quiet then, except one Jay  
	caws and staggers.    
	It's too early, even for a matinee. 
	How they had loved the theater. 
							         						
	The spouse watches. 
	Delighted by the bad bird's       
	peck peck pecking,   
	he wakes his husband. 
	"Come, come see your Broadway, 
	there's a villain with a beak-full, 
	badgering the chorus  
	getting drunk on stolen wine. " 
   
       
  
Sally Bellerose is  a poet who loves rhythm, story, and language. Her poems and prose usually involve
 themes of sexuality, illness, and class.  In writing, she is interested in messy, confusing, complicated relationships.  She is also 
drawn to humor and transcendence.  Her poems are featured with the works of eleven other poets in Lady Business: A Celebration 
of Lesbian Poetry (Sibling Rivalry Press, 2012).  Her novel The Girls Club (Bywater Books) won a Fellowship in prose from the 
National Endowment for the Arts, the Bywater Prize and several other awards. More of Bellerose work can be seen  
at  sallybellerose.wordpress.com.
 
      
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