Maxwell Mednick

Double Dragon

My aunt calls me
from Las Vegas to say

my grandmother’s
estate is cleared for sale
but don’t hold your breath

she owed money all over town
there won’t be anything
left for us—

After a short pause
I read her my new poem.

She says she doesn’t get
one word of it.

I tell her it’s about a nutsack
with wings wearing green
night vision goggles and eating pizza.

She says still doesn’t get it—
That I just repeat the same things over
and over, only in slightly

different ways.

{Poem by Maxwell Mednick}