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