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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

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,
to show her