Seth Leeper
| poetry


+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++my father sips coffee while i dance
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++with a sailor on a strand of leftover
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++light from a dead star and i am

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++cinderella in the back bedroom
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++again twirling in delicate circles
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++before i lose my shoe on the shag

+++++++++++++++++++++carpet then my father coughs from
+++++++++++++++++++++his perch on a moonbeam and i am
+++++++++++++++++++++a banana named cinderella and my

+++++++++++++++stepsisters are viciously pulling off
+++++++++++++++my peels and the part of the story
+++++++++++++++i choose to forget is when all the

+++++++++peels have been amputated and
+++++++++there is no cinderella left to twirl
+++++++++and my father pulls the lid off his

coffee to get to the grounds at
the bottom of his paper cup

Seth Leeper is a queer poet. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Prairie Schooner, Sycamore Review, River Styx, The Journal, Epiphany, and The Account. He lives and teaches in Brooklyn, NY.

Funeral Procession off the Exit to Canandaigua