“Looking for Something Dead to Roll Around In” by Paul Hostovsky

Looking for Something Dead to Roll Around In

Feeling surly and misanthropic on Thanksgiving,
I excused myself from the table
where the gratitude was so thick you could
rip it with your canines, tear it clean off the bone
and carry it dangling and bloody in your teeth
right out of the room.
—————————–Then I sniffed around
in an adjacent room for a while, and finding a dead
poet on one of the bookshelves, buried myself
in some sweetly decaying, quaintly boxy poems
for several pages, exulting in the faintly
mildewed historical smell, when suddenly
you burst into the room and yelled at me to stop

Paul Hostovsky is the author of four books of poetry, most recently Hurt Into Beauty (FutureCycle Press, 2012). His poems have won a Pushcart Prize and two Best of the Net Awards. To read more of his work, visit him here.