In the middle of the night
I lie awake considering my options
One thought: I could 5150 myself
to buy time, sort things through
have a bed, a roof and three squares.

But when I wake later, early
that morning, I know the answer.
I throw back the covers with abandon
Spitefully hoping…

Recently, I attended a literary event at an acquaintance’s home. I was apprehensive at first because I didn’t know any of the (younger) guests, but felt my social anxiety receding after some friendly, getting-to-know-you banter around a warming fire pit. That was one moment.

The next moment, a chasm opened…

(after a poem by Dorianne Laux)

Burnt sienna to match the appliances and times
Fat flutes alternating with thin
Creating crannies the Pam never reached
Weary from a brief marriage to Betty Crocker, and a fling with Duncan Hines, they found love with the Pillsbury Dough Boy
When the phallus with a hole rising up from the flutes…

“Want some?” Those were the first words Steve spoke to me while extending a heaping spoonful of cocaine as I stood flipping through the stack of albums next to the turntable. In case you hadn’t guessed, it was the 80s and we were at a mutual friend’s Fourth of July…

Amy Roost

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