Anya Sasses Old Man Trouble

By Annette Marie Hyder

“I am plump with
the experiences I have had,” she says.
“They have not worn me down nor elicited my bones
to peek out from the feathers that I wear.
And bread and water?
I know how to extract the oil
from the surface of the water given me,
make one loaf of bread reach for the heavens in soft sighs
and pull an egg out from behind Disaster’s ear
whilst nicking Dodgewaith’s gold
and pinching Calumny’s rear.”