
Ithaca Street
Struggle’s the trek
On the short street called Ithaca,
Which begins with St. Bartholomew’s
And ends with Teriyaki One.

Teriyaki One
All languages spoken here.
Evil feasts first,
Pillaging Ithaca
Save scraps for the scrappy.
Ponderous cruelty and paltry kindness
On the long road.
An ex-wielding God chases me,
While I concoct my possible sins.
I dare not peek to see
If Poseidon’s less punishing.
A cherry tree softens the sky.

Cherry tree
I once smelled perfume
On the sweet street named Ithaca.
I tried some at the counter for free.
- by Sarah Cohen