The Relic Museum


by Howie Good

1

The line is long and barely moving. Rumors begin to circulate as to why. Somebody says it's a spinster stuck in the attic; somebody else, old computers in India. I'm glad I brought an orange.

2

We're greeted at the entrance by a doll's head. Her dark and sparkling eyes seem to follow me as I wander about the room in search of everything.

3

A map on the wall suggests our possible whereabouts. I feel the need to repent, though not quite sure for what. In a corner a nickelodeon presents a slow-creeping blue creation. It might be the first time that dancers rose on their toes.

4

The air in the room has been used up. It's been replaced by tears. An attendant hurries to assure us that it's OK. Of course, it's not.


BIO: Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of five poetry collections, most recently Dreaming in Red from Right Hand Pointing and Cryptic Endearments from Knives Forks & Spoons Press. He has four chapbooks forthcoming: Elephant Gun from Dog on a Chain Press, The Death of Me from Pig Ear Press, Living Is the Spin Cycle from Red Bird Chapbooks, and Strange Roads from Puddle of Sky Press.