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They work for Diablo. How do you know? Notice the curled lip
when she speaks. More snarl than smile, wouldn’t you say?
Now that you mention it. Some have the habit of interlocking
fingers & squeezing their knuckles white. Tell tale. Then the
passing of the buck, not the móola, of course. They’d never
squander an opportunity to squeeze more dollars past white
knuckles & pocket those greenbacks with a finger snap & a
snarl. No sir, the bucks they pass are the fallout from their
misdeeds. Their fiberglass eyes don’t quiver, dance or flinch.
Not one bit. What sort of problems will they face in heaven?
I don’t think heaven’ll be their biggest concern (chuckle).
Anyway, Diablo hasn’t seen the Pearly Gates for quite some
time, now.
Alan Britt teaches English at Towson University. His recent books are Alone with the Terrible Universe, Greatest Hits, Hurricane, Vegetable Love, Vermilion, Infinite Days, Amnesia Tango and Bodies of Lightning. Essays recently in Clay Palm Review and Arson. Interviews and poetry recently featured in Steaua (Romania), Latino Stuff Review and Poet’s Market 2000. Other poems in The Bitter Oleander, Christian Science Monitor, Confrontation, English Journal, Epoch, Flint Hills Review, Fox Cry Review, Kansas Quarterly, Magyar Naplo (Hungary), Midwest Quarterly, New Letters, Pacific Review, Puerto del Sol, Queen’s Quarterly (Canada), Sou’wester, Square Lake, plus the anthologies For Neruda, For Chile, Fathers: Poems About Fathers and La Adelfa Amarga: Seis Poetas Norteamericanos de Hoy (Ediciones El Santo Oficio, Peru).
Alan occasionally publishes the international literary journal Black Moon from Reisterstown, Maryland, where he lives with his wife, daughter, two Bouviers des Flandres, one Bichon Friese and two formerly feral cats.