"The Internet Tells Us" “Plastic Surgeons hate this woman,” who reversed aging, reduced lap and sag then forced the crows to drop corn and fly home. She bypassed the laser gang and knife to fashion an umbrella against life’s storm defying the cosmic order, compounding pharmaceuticals and organic foods in a blender, then painting her face with avocado mash. Once the mask arrested wrinkles and feet, she peeled the gummy eraser, her skin smooth, nude in the bathroom mirror. We long to believe relief promised from the tragedy of gravity’s slip and slide. So bring on the chemical revelations! We’re ready for whatever scares birds or slows death’s escalator. This is our religion, a tree that offers shade to save life and line, and calls us to worship regardless of its roots. Let’s face it; we’re nuts. We can’t stop striving to schnooker Father Time, though we know the body flows in one direction, undercutting banks and tickling silt.

John Cullen graduated from SUNY Geneseo and worked in the entertainment business booking rock bands, a clown troupe, and an R-rated magician. Recently he has had work published in American Journal of Poetry, The MacGuffin, Harpur Palate, North Dakota Quarterly and other journals. His chapbook, TOWN CRAZY, is available from Slipstream Press.