JOHN RODZVILLA
TALES FROM LEGAL DAYS
None—Never—Me
Tales from legal days, like in any good ghost story,
Are often told at times convenient to all.
We had a big time shucking from the highest barrel of corn.
One man dished from a very large jug of whisky
With porches on three sides and cornbread for a roof.
(So much cornbread).
The carts were there to haul us to the dance,
Where we moved until we were marble.
We had supper at twelve and sandwiches
When the lady was away.
She was always kind.
She never permitted us to take her face off
Not even in the snow.
In the morning we went back to shucking.
John Rodzvilla is currently working on two digital chapbooks and teaches in the Publishing and Writing programs at Emerson College in Boston. His work has appeared in Harvard Review, McSweeney's Internet Tendency, gorse, DecomP, and Bad Robot Poetry.