Brine Shrimp by Robert Beveridge

Brine Shrimp by Robert Beveridge

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Brine Shrimp 
You know this process
because you’ve been here
before, we’ve all been
here before, but somehow
it never gets any easier
to sit there at the table
with the same deli tray
your creepy uncle Nick
always brings to the family
reunion and pick out all
the pieces of Swiss to build
a sandwich with while
in the other room her two
surviving high school
friends from seventy-two
years ago compliment
the funeral director’s eye
for make-up. You think
perhaps it’s time to try
the horseradish cheddar
and maybe ask Old Nick
if there’s anything left
in that flask no one
is supposed to know about
but everyone does.
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise ( ) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Page and Spine, The Pointed Circle, and Failed Haiku, among others.