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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Brian Isett


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the unpaid debts I owe

(Grid poem)


the burrito
fell apart




as my mother took
her second bite




the aluminum foil
entirely and carefully removed


I only saw her pride
beaming




above a pile of
rice and beans




like a visit to
my new life


and I almost wept




realizing mothers
from Pennsylvania
don't know how to
eat burritos



and here I was,
forgetting
to show her