Fiction

Elephant

CHRIS CASUCCIO

 

sat behind the trailers with julie eating

the peanut butter sandwiches peter’s

wife made that morning by the park sink

stinking of elephant shit and hay never once

thinking that maybe some of that stink would carry 

over to the food she was handling

no

slapped on the peanut butter thickly with her fingers

wrapped the sandwiches in newspaper and left them for

peter and I behind the trailer with a note

thanking me for washing the bikes for the kids

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CHRIS CASUCCIO

Chris Casuccio’s work has appeared in Grain, Prairie Journal, Indefinite Space and other publications. He just completed his first poetry collection, and he lives with his wife in Toronto.


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