Fang
a new poem by Trevor Jones
Fang
I once worked at a temp agency
and one evening they sent me to a warehouse
where a team of us had to unload boxes
and boxes of liquor.
One of my coworkers, an old biker guy,
went by ‘Fang’.
Later in the shift after breaktime, the cops
came in. They asked for Fang by name.
“Is Fang here?” the fat one said.
Fang went quietly. “Without incident” as they say.
I still wonder what his real name was. Or if
one day, some Capricorn morning long ago,
a mother looked down at her baby and smiled,
“Fang”.
Trevor Jones is a poet/librarian living in California. He is the author of The Non-Library from Punctum Books and the editor of Badlands Poetry Journal.
