Thursday, January 21, 2016

poem of the day 01.21.16

pregnant pause

i ask
colby if he’s sure
but he just nods like a scholar
we watch the first snowfall
all over route 22
smoking cigarettes
in a kinko’s parking lot
pittsburgh cars flashing red brakes
no one can drive in the snow in pittsburgh
one inch or flurries
they develop this fear
i want to ask colby if he’s scared
because i know i’d be
but he doesn’t seem like he wants to talk
back in pitsburgh
for beer drunks and vodka bombs
linda dropped a bomb
set to detonate in nine months
i think how stupid
comparing the two like that
how stupid it is
to not know how to drive in snow
or buy a condom
what is life now with this in all of our laps?
twenty-two
and we suddenly feel so old
so…yeah, colby finally says
then doesn’t say anything else
as the cars honk
as the people act like they’re driving
through a blizzard
man, the road isn’t even wet yet
i want to say but don’t
all casual i light a new smoke off the old one
as calvin comes
tripping out of kinko’s
a stack of paper waving in his hands
licking new snow
with his hungover tongue
he says, guys
there’s some hot girls working in there
and i can’t even begin to tell you
what you know
you’re missing                                      

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