by Miles T. Ranter

Evolution implies there’s a link
between us and the germs in our sink;
    but my friend, rest her soul,
    had not washed her soup bowl,
and her “kin” bumped her off in a wink.

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(Appeared in The Asses of Parnassus)

165th Weekly Poetry Contest

by Ciarán Parkes

You're just across the room from me and twelve years ago, lying on the couch and listening to Wild Is The Wind again, the Cat Power version. What were we up to that morning, drinking coffee, seeing how good we were at purring? Dangerous to live so long in the same place. I keep bumping into ourselves like this, any time of night or day, doomed smiles on our faces, and have to look away.  

162nd Weekly Poetry Contest