Two Poems by AM Fisher

German Shepherd

Let me be
a monk.
Send me to
the monastery
near me;
They make
cheesecake and
they make
jam with
their friends,
the nuns.

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Worsted Yarn

So hung—

over and out of it you put a Björk CD
in the Masculin féminin: 15 [read: fifteen, not quinze] faits précis
sleeve and then the sleeve in the Netflix mailer and send
it off from a mailbox in SOHO. You note: There are

mailboxes in SOHO &locals jogging. —You are
shopping for wigs for a film you are costuming/[slash]
your life, but your head’s banging and you can’t get last night’s

bang out of your head: the fireman who keeps knitting
needles and yarn on his bedside table because he
makes mittens as therapy for his PTSD

night terrors.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Aaron Fisher A.M. Fisher

A. M. Fisher studied painting at Bennington College. 'e works for Boss Models New York and lives in Queens.

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