Fish

 

 

Another trudge through my mail and

an acceptance letter from The New Yorker.

 

 

 

Finally.

 

 

 

But I couldn’t to discern the finer print and

needed the aid of my reading spectacles.

 

However the added clarity had its price

as my missive’s origin was not that but

 

instead The New Worker,

opening, Dearest Comrade, your people’s strife poem—