To Be Great by M. A. Istvan Jr.

The black aspirant of theatre
engages the barista like this,
line twitching out the door.

Can—I have.” Her arms go
swan. “A large.” She whispers
close to his face: “Coffee.”

 


M. A. ISTVAN JR., good-looking despite the crookedness and skull protuberances of a criminal, is full of dissimulation and never looks people in the eye. He stands apart from others mainly from a fear of being found out. Istvan survives by poaching burl and—there is no help for it—by government assistance.