You could have a big dipper   

Rib Catch by Barlow Adams



The preacher wanted a wife

like a stained glass window,

wanted her

so thin

light passed

through her

painted him

in all the shades

of Joseph’s technicolor coat.

Eventually she grew

tired of cooking

ribs every evening,

apologizing for

the one she stole.



Barlow Adams is a poet from Kentucky. His work has appeared in Pilot gas stations along most of the major highways in the Midwest. He is the poet laureate of two Waffle Houses and a Quaker Steak and Lube. Follow him on Twitter at @BarlowAdams


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