This poem is taken from Stand 225, 18(1) March - May 2020.

Gary Allen Three Poems

There are 57 varieties of Heinz
it says so on the tin –

there were many lovers
confused in many ways

the English man with the sea-blue eyes
and cheap tarnished presents
who was married and had forgotten his name
who closed all the windows in the motel room
who turned up the radio and the television
who hid condoms under the bed

and who was like a child in his mechanisms.

The tins go round and round without labels
none of the other girls think it strange
in aprons and hats and eye-glasses
they are inconspicuous like the Syrian girls or ball bearings

once she worked in a hotel with a flat beach
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