She liked them
thick and black
like roots

but I like them
thin and red
like string.

It's no wonder
we never made it
past the candy counter

we couldn’t
even agree
on licorice. 

Charles Joseph lives and writes in Montclair, NJ. He is the author of four poetry chapbooks that people seem to really like, and No Outlet (a novel) that he’s currently shopping to agents. His new chapbook Fireball (12 quasi-epic poems of cheerful doom and gloom) is available at wwww.indigentpress.com. One day Charles hopes to own a farm and raise chickens. 

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