Aristotle
Sarah Sarai
There’s no clean slate
in God’s classroom.
He was clapping erasers
as your ebullient soul popped
like gleeful corn charging
an aluminum lid.
You ker-chewed
from dust falling milky.
What an act of hubris, to be born.
Sarah Sarai
lives in New York City. Her poems have been published in Minnesota Review, Threepenny Review, Fine Madness, Potomac Review, Stained
Sheets and others; are forthcoming in Main Street Rag and
Asbestos. Her fiction has been published in Tampa
Review, South Dakota Quarterly, Weber Studies, Raven Chronicles,
VerbSap.com and others.