Author: Otto S. Fishbein

Comix

Sunday Comics

I like to hide behind my glasses when I feel uptight. I like to hide behind my glasses when I’m reading the Sunday Comics — so I can give you all dirty looks and you won’t know what I’m thinking.

Comix

Sunday Comics

Our love is the size of these Comics on Sunday; our love is the size of this hospital room, you’re my hospital groom. The ring on my finger so tight it turns blue — a constant reminder I’ll die in this room, if you die in this room.

Comix

Sunday Comics

I stock the shelves, I work the rows; the product’s all light up. If I could flip the switch, Sunday Comics, I could move us to the top. The numbers roll, it’s time to go, but never fast enough.

Comix

Sunday Comics

And I remember everything: Comics on a blue horizon; Sundays, your hand in mine. I remember the things you said…Said, “I’ll be a lady, wait through it all, be there to catch you, after the fall.”