The Downtrodden Pineapple
Into the downtrodden pineapple I persist, hoping, yet no longer convinced that when I get to the center there will be a party. With just a little effort, the hollowed out pumpkin becomes a jack-o-lantern, a decorative thing, really appreciated for a season. Pluck my nose hairs out, one by one, with pliers and only give me some water if I don’t sneeze. Otherwise, start working on my eyelashes and do not stop until I do not flinch.
Edward Manzi lives in Tahoe City, CA with his wife and dog. He has a MFA from the University of New Hampshire. His poems have been published in Blood Lotus, Snow Monkey, Word Riot, The Bakery, Paper Nautilus, DecomP, The Hoot and Hare Review, Sun’s Skeleton and other places. He has had poems nominated for a Pushcart awards (2012, 2014) and The Best of Net award (2010). You can find him wandering in the mountains.