The problem with shadows
is they all look like dogs.
Remember that time on Friends
when Phoebe rescues a cat
and claims it’s her dead mother
reincarnated? Ross takes the piss
’cause he’s a mean piece of shit.
The others guilt him into mumbled
apologies. An audience of 53 million
davens approval. Logic is a statement
necklace few can pull off. Truth is
a cocktail ring I left in a puddle
under a rickety barstool. My dad
says I lose everything but maybe
he’s wrong. I worry about my earlobes
splitting. I worry about not having sex.
It’s weird. Seriously, it’s weird, right?
If I had to drink one beer for the rest
of my life, I’d probably pick Corona,
so I’m gross. I’m out there, man,
petting lonely dogs. Most nights
I look around the room to see
what everyone else is feeling.
I live for a taste of the troubled
squirm. I eat around the mold.