by Joseph Riippi


Outside it is raining
and no one carries
an umbrella, so that
everyone is
getting wetter and wetter,
and everyone
looks like everyone else.

Crawl (for Connelly)

4 pitchers of Guinness
and he said, "I need
to expunge some liquid."
He left to pee.
I, sitting alone now,
Took out my notepad,
And wrote it down.


Joseph Riippi is a recent Pacific Northwest defector. He was born andraised in Seattle but currently lives at 91st and 2nd in Manhattan. Heis a staff writer at several magazines and newspapers, and the Arts &Opinions Editor at Beyond Race Magazine in New York. In 2007, he wonthe 2nd Annual Farmhouse Magazine Prize in Fiction.