It’s true. It happened. And against all odds, all three Arrived on time. Forced to choose Among them, he hid Under the desk. He held his breath. The women waited. They were not impatient. Not after all the hassle Just to get here. In fact, they traded Passports. Mugshots. They sang a few tunes From the Old Country. They had such awful voices, He couldn’t stand it. Stop it, he cried. For god’s sake, stop it. One dropped her purse. The other her handkerchief. The third took up a collection. God pulled the fire alarm. After all, these were unforeseen Circumstances. Time to vacate.
Priscila Uppal is a poet, short story writer, novelist and professor of humanities and English at York University. Her latest book of poetry, Ontological Necessities, was shortlisted for the 2007 Griffin Prize. Her work has been translated into several languages.
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