fiction 

EBT sorbet / summer, baby

 

got no place to go,

so what’s up babe

catch the 81 to Ave 52 

 

we can go out…

for EBT sorbet 

& sangria 

before the party 

 

dead-weight blondes parked all night 

on east-side porches getting talked at 

 

about that new school

electronic interdependence 

& the dangerous luxury 

of a point of view 

 

yeah…

 

so I’m just gonna hang here till I 

find a ride okay? (or tune out & feel 

 

something

 

like a dagger in the frozen sea 

 

of back porch small-talk bullshit,

some MFA’s ultra-curated free jazz setlist

winding in circles forever around

some New York girl kissing on my man’s ear

while he pulls out my zig-zags & rolls her a joint

 

oh well, just another

bummer summer

 

banquet of high-pitched gibberish 

& fancy ladies waiting for the waltz

while the dead-weight blonde parked all night

whittles a wooden bird on the porch

 

blood moon’s more alive than me

come pick me up, set me free

you can take me out like Moses 

 

if you give me something to believe

just give me something to believe