cinco de (hold the) mayo.
jonesboro
debra’s been in jonesboro for almost two weeks
and isn’t sure she’s coming back.
we’re fighting on the phone.
“see, that goes against your whole point,” she says.
“i’m not trying to make a point,” i tell her. “i’m just thinking out loud.”
junior high
an office party.
co-workers are hooking up.
they’re groping like it’s brand new.
“at least we have tonight,” they say.
then wendy, recently promoted, ruins everything.
“what happens to us on monday?” she asks,
and a junior high dance it becomes.
dutch
she’s busting heads.
she’s breaking necks.
everything was fine until we
got separate checks.
woods
whatever happens,
no matter what’s going on in your life,
no matter what you dream about,
it’s unbelievably comforting to know
that every morning
you’re going to wake up with an erection.