Volume 28, Number 2


Someone makes a something. It’s for sale.
But it doesn’t promise any miracles
and doesn’t offer any magical
whatnot. How bogus. And no spokesmodel.
And it isn’t scented with all-natural
essences of … I forget—pineapple?
shade-grown kiwi? Anyway, something tropical.
Or rugged. Possibly subliminal:
Zoom to MAN WITH SHIRT OFF, digging postholes
in the sand. He’s conquering the ocean:
thrust, thrust, thrust, surround it with a fence,
then visit the boathouse, if you know what I’m sayin’.…
Don’t ask what it retails for; it’s great.
In fact, spectacular. And you deserve it.

—Rob Carney