Confessions of a Sea Cucumber
Yes, I have a cloaca as my brothers
and sisters do. We live on the bottom
of the sea. For those who don’t know,
the cloaca acts as the mouth, the excretory
organ and does the reproductive function.
Now have your jokes, and we can get on
with it.
There’s been recent rash of poaching on
the high seas of my species by the Japanese.
We’re a delicacy for them even though you
wouldn’t want to swallow us. Let’s just say
I really look like a cucumber with warts
and all. But at least we don’t go glub, glubbing
in the water.
Most importantly, you won’t die, get sick
or vomit if you accidentally touch us.
But don’t push it. We demand respect.
The Dreams of Cats
You might think we cats
dream of mice or balls of yarn
and you’d be wrong, it’s not all
we actually share the same dreams
you have of walking on the moon
of winning the lottery
of finding love and acceptance
of freedom from depression
and worry, but first I need
that bowl of milk and
that scratch behind the ears.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Gene Goldfarb lives in New York City, where he ponders, love, hate, mortality and what’s up with the guy who hangs around the building. He loves movies, books, travel, and international cuisine. His work has appeared in: Adelaide, Black Fox, Bull & Cross, CafeLit, Fallow Ground, Open Door, Storytown, The Daily Drunk, The Gorko Gazette, Bullshit Lit, and elsewhere.
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