Ahab in Rehab

A prose poem by Anne Stephens

'But look here: imagine that if as you unpacked these nested dolls they were becoming successively larger rather than smaller.’ | Photo: Schwoaze via Wikimedia Commons.

Call me male-ish
I enjoyed playing doldrums in our school orchestra. And there weren’t really any significant repercussions until I also took up the Bermuda triangle.

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