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Friday, 18 March 2011

Bottom Feeders in Slumburbia

It won't take long to tour
Foreclosure Row. Cul-de-sac
of lost gambles, vanished
neighbors, untended lawns.
Paradise for profiteers
and vagabonds who may yet
prosper. See this
kitchen, stainless-steeled and
backsplashed, where
a bowl of pears still sits
atop the granite. All the
juice, ripeness, satisfaction
leached away. The rotting flesh
a feast for flies and worms.

© Erika Dreifus


Erika Dreifus lives in New York City. Her poems have appeared in American Journal of Nursing, Christian Science Monitor, Moment magazine, and others. She is also the author of Quiet Americans: Stories. Please visit her website at www.erikadreifus.com
Erika Dreifus
Author of Quiet Americans: Stories


  1. "The rotting flesh
    a feast for flies and worms".
    A neat reference to agents and landlords lurking, watching for the desperation sale. Bottom feeders indeed!

  2. Ach: that kitchen counter breaks my heart every time I read this poem! Thank you for that!