So silly - but so rosy and chubby, so adorable and cheery, you couldn’t stay mad or sad for long when you saw them. Sure, lemon-suckers howled that having naked baby boys flying around the house was immoral, a bad example for the kids, blah blah, but people camped out for days outside Macy’s to be first to get them. A lot of the wings got crumpled in the crush, though, and you couldn’t return them, and really, what do you do with a broken cherub? The ads said they “live on love” so you wouldn’t have to feed them, but most of them died anyway like Easter chicks, and Sanitation wouldn’t take them, so if you didn’t have a backyard, all you could do was slink to the river after dark, which was kind of bleak, and the whole thing soon died out. I’ve still got a couple up in the closet – they’re bound to come back in, like shoulder pads. When they do, I’m ready.
--Suzanne Osborne
After an early career in theater and a stint in academia studying comparative literature and teaching literature and German, Suzanne Osborne now lives in Queens, NY, and writes poetry when she is not working as a legal secretary. Her work has appeared in Alimentum and Ping Pong.
--Suzanne Osborne
After an early career in theater and a stint in academia studying comparative literature and teaching literature and German, Suzanne Osborne now lives in Queens, NY, and writes poetry when she is not working as a legal secretary. Her work has appeared in Alimentum and Ping Pong.