Founded in the fall of 1991, Laurel Moon is Brandeis' oldest, national literary publication. Each issue we publish features original work from undergraduate students.
1.
At the grocery store, old man
Grew teeth and a wet nose.
Sweaty, ruddy, red sweatshirt
He was at the end
Of every aisle, with a blessing:
Never cut your hair.
2.
He is there, in the parking lot.
I yank my head off
For him. The shoppers gape --
My neck, a great geyser, head
Rolling across the concrete, hair matted
In a blood puddle.
3.
In the next life, make me
An anglerfish
Medusa, with glaze-eyes,
Mouth cranked in a filthy underbite.
But in the pitch abyss, a bobbing light, enchanting
Every swimming thing. I eat them
Like oysters --
Useless, lavish, hardly food at all.
The trench echoes.