One Poem by Corey Wade

Just a Game of Horseshoes.

Going to the beach these days can be rather lame
A woman kept screaming about a game of horseshoes
I didn’t understand how horseshoes could be so important
Or what there could be to argue about
Either the horseshoe makes it around the ring or it doesn’t
But this woman, this fat woman
Kept screaming about horseshoes
Two and a half hours later
She was still playing
She wasn't screaming any longer
But she was real into the game
The score was fifteen thirteen
I watched a couple throws
When she finally made one she let out a yahoo
I thought they’d do better after playing for so long
In paddleball you keep getting better
The others in the party just watched them play
They were watching two and a half hours earlier
She wasn't that good or anything
It was just a freakin' game of horseshoes

“Corey Wade studied under Neeli Cherkovski at the New College of California where he earned an M.F.A. in Creative Writing. Wade’s “Memoirs of a White Arab-American” was excerpted in the Berkeley Daily Planet before being published in Mizna. A former DJ of Berkeley Liberation Radio, Wade edited zines in Indiana featuring the writings of political prisoners. Currently, he teaches math at Berkeley Independent Study.”