Fortune Cookies: Poems by Andrew Cox



All elephants are self-aware.
Elephants at the Bronx zoo recognize themselves in an 8 x 8 foot mirror. A female named Babe uses her trunk to touch a red dot that the keepers painted on her forehead.


All dead people are not self-aware.
Ghosts do not exist but little sweet goblins inhabit our hearts and homes.


All elephants are not dead people.
Therefore the leaves are yellow and orange and the wind elaborates October 31 while the elephants at the Bronx zoo join "the cognitive elite." Therefore the little goblins skip through the wind-swept streets not knowing why these houses are haunted, houses haunted not by ghosts, no, not by ghosts.

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