Poetry 2014 / Volume 45

Sleeping with Kermit the Frog — Patrick Johnson

I’ve been sleeping with Kermit For over twenty years now. My mother thought it was adorable; She never caught Kermit enjoying The wash’s spin cycle. My father did. Said it’d stunt my growth, Kill my eyes, Get felt all over My indeterminately-sized Hands. Miss Piggy didn’t approve either. My father used her to discipline me … Continue reading