Will Kyle was one of ten readers who stepped up to the •chance operations• open-mic at the April 4 reading at Duff's.
The next reading will be Monday, May 23, at Duff's, 392 North Euclid, in the Central West End.
Featured readers will be Eileen G'Sell, Susan SpitFire Lively, and Robert Nazarene.
Doors open at 7:30 p.m.; admission is $3.
Advance sign-up for the open-mic following the featured readers is encouraged. Click here to sign-up via e-mail.
Will Kyle, a native of St. Louis, earned his BA in English at the University of Iowa and is currently an MFA candidate in poetry at the University of Missouri-St. Louis. Will also performs as a singer/songwriter at open microphones around town. His poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Barbaric Yawp, Great Lakes Review, Earthwords, Big Muddy and elsewhere.
If You Want to be Miserable, Become a Vegan
The sky patters
the roof. You
finish, slip
your spotless
dish into the
sink and scrub
out the drawer
marked Meats.
A square soy
patty lingers
on my plate.
It jiggles
when I poke it.
I wish for
Jimmy Dean
and savor
my last pool
of yellow over
easy as it
ebbs toward
the toasted
whole wheat
with a half
moon missing.
In the garden,
a starling
at the feeder
bullies the thrushes.
The fence rattles
as the garbage
truck beeps
through
the alley
to collect
empty jerky
bags, Twinkie
wrappers,
and cans of Cool
Whip. I ought
to drive
to a bakery
that serves milk
on my way
to work.
I try to screw
the pooch
with the soy.
She sniffs
and withdraws,
leaving only
a screw you
fart behind.
You aim
your sponge
at the cheese
drawer. I mourn
Jarlsburg
and Velveeta.
You say
White Russians
are not part
of our future
routine. Ice
cream too.
What about
Frozen Yogurt?
When I go
for the paper,
a raindrop blows
in my eye.
Why not
a sputter of grease
spit from
crackling pan?
I sigh and rub
my face
as I will come
dinner: broiled
tofu, steamed
broccoli—no cheese.
-- Will Kyle
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