Tales From the Immigrant Front
'Your goose is cooked'
I told Azizi
"My what is what?"
He questioned me
'Your goose is cooked'
softly repeated
Azizi frowned
He looked defeated
I wondered why
he couldn't see
his goose in my oven
of transparency
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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