Sarah Sarai


There’s no clean slate

in God’s classroom.

He was clapping erasers

as your ebullient soul popped

like gleeful corn charging

an aluminum lid.


You ker-chewed

 from dust falling milky.


What an act of hubris, to be born.



 Sarah Sarai lives in New York City.  Her poems have been  published in Minnesota Review, Threepenny Review, Fine Madness, Potomac Review,  Stained Sheets and others; are forthcoming in Main Street Rag and Asbestos.  Her fiction  has been published in Tampa Review, South Dakota Quarterly, Weber Studies, Raven  Chronicles, and others.