The Inauguration
CARL AUERBACH



On the first day after the inauguration
they knocked on my door.
I was not home and
they went away.

On the second day after the inauguration
they knocked on my door.
I heard them but
I did not answer.
They knocked a second time and then
they went away.

On the third day after the inauguration
they knocked on my door.
I heard them but
I did not answer.
They knocked a second time and said
We know that you are here.
They waited for one hour and then
they went away.

On the fourth day after the inauguration
they knocked on my door and said
We know that you are here, and then
they knocked a second time, and because
I knew that they knew that I was here
I opened it and saw
a short fat man in a dark black business suit who said
We are watching you.
I said nothing and
they went away.

On the fifth day after the inauguration
they knocked on my door and because
I knew that they knew that I was here
I opened it and saw
the same short fat man in the same black business suit
who looked at me and said
We have been watching you and
we know what you are doing and
we know what you are thinking and
consider this a warning.
I said nothing and
they went away


On the sixth day after the inauguration
they knocked on my door and because
I knew that they knew that I was here
I opened it and saw
the same short fat man in the same black business suit
and two big men with flattop haircuts
who grabbed me by my arms
and pushed me to the floor and the fat man said
We have been watching you and
you have not stopped doing what you’re doing and
you have not stopped thinking what you’re thinking.
This is your last chance.
I said nothing and
they went away.

On the seventh day after the inauguration
they knocked on my door and because
I knew that they knew that I was here
I opened it and saw
the same fat man in the same black business suit
the same two men with the same flattop haircuts
who grabbed me by my arms
and pulled me out the door.
What have I done, I said, and where are you taking me,
and why? At least tell me the reason.
We do not need to give a reason,
the fat man said, but if we did the reason would be that
you are the sort of person
who asks what and where and why
and believes you have the right
to ask us to give reasons.








CARL AUERBACH has had three poems and a short story nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Amarillo Bay, The Baltimore Review, Bayou Magazine, Blue Lake Review, Brink Magazine, Burningword Literary Journal, The Cape Rock, Chrysalis Reader, The Coachella Review, Colere, Confluence, Corium Magazine, The Critical Pass Review, descant, The Distillery, Eclipse, Edison Literary Review, Eleven Eleven, Euphony, Evansville Review, Evening Street Review, Forge, Freshwater, The Green Hills Literary Lantern, The Griffin, G.W. Review, Hawaii Pacific Review, Licking River Review, The Lindenwood Review, Louisville Review, The MacGuffin, The Minetta Review, Nimrod International Journal, North American Review, Oregon East, Organs of Vision and Speech Magazine, Passager, Pearl, The Penmen Review, Permafrost, Poem, RE:AL, Red Wheelbarrow Literary Magazine, Reed Magazine, The Round, Sanskrit, Schuylkill Valley Journal Of The Arts, The South Carolina Review, Spillway, Studio One, Talking River, The Texas Review, Third Coast, Tower Journal, Westview, Willow Review, and The Write Room
The Adirondack Review
WINTER 2017