poem of the day 03.22.16

the ballet dancers

stand blocking

the N train door

a pack of four of them

hats backward

their ring leader is some hawk-nosed

smirking little shit

who runs the conversation

he says,

yeah, i could’ve had her, dude

totally could’ve had her

we went out like three times

she literally said to me, you know,

you can take me home if you want

but then she was like

you got a girlfriend don’t you?

so i was like yeah

and that was the end of it

but, yo, check it

i love my girl

i’ve been faithful all year

so what’s that? like three months, dudes

and how about that class today?

i mean what the fuck?

plie

plie

plie

is that like all there is to this? he says,

bending and pointing his legs and feet

as people struggle to get off and on the train around him

and my house, he says

my god

dude, you gotta see my house

my mom’s really

it’s been like rent controlled since way back

in 1996

the place is lit, yo!

big ceilings

big rooms

we only pay like eleven-hundred a month

when everyone else pays like four grand

and there’s like mad rich chicks

that live around there now

so hot, dude, so hot

i should’ve taken that girl back to my mom’s place

you know?

the one who wanted me

chick would’ve been on my dick

if she saw that place

but, like i said, dude

i love my girl

been faithful all year

three months without any other ass

just her

and that fucking class, dude

what the fucking fuck?

plie

plie

plie

until my fucking feet hurt

and i was so done.