HOWIE GOOD

THE SAME RIVER TWICE

I was born, like Hank Williams, with a hole in me and so went searching for a way to fill it. Only
sheer will kept me plodding. Up north I was warned against stepping into the same river twice.
Elsewhere, frozen embryos were considered children, and the protein powder wasn’t protein. I
suspected a connection to the deviltries of Big Pharma or Big Tech. One day a young woman
visited a clinic. While taking her medical history, the nurse asked, “Are you sexually active?”
“Oh no,” the woman said, “I just lie there.”

Howie Good’s latest poetry collection, True Crime, was published by Sacred Parasite in Berlin this year.

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