I try to pants Jess while
she’s cleaning
and she tells me no
so I take out the garbage
which is mostly coffee grounds
because that’s the bulk
of our diet.
Outside it’s warm.
It’s one of those warmedover
Texas evenings
that feels like somebody
just turned off the skillet
An ambulance blairs
down Lamar
and El Pollo Rico
is running low on customers
The drive thru sign reads
VE
RU
and I wonder how it came
to be that all drive throughs
became drive thrus
The grackles gather
near a dumpster.
A family dinner.
Jessi’s sister calls them
“Wal-mart birds”
I take the trash to the dumpster
and think about how long
it’s been since I last
slept outside
and how glad I am
to not have to fight
wal-mart birds
for dinner.
I go back inside
because I can do that now
and make myself some more
coffee.
I like this very much: the rhythm of the sentences, the American vocab, the ease of delivery, the sharp word pictures
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I love this. The flow is nice like smooth jazz and the message touched my heart. Did you draw the bird?
Great read, fellow Texan.
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Thank you so much. I didn’t draw the bird. It’s a public domain image.
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Hey, thanks for sharing such an awesome poem, it has as a real smooth quality to it. Anyways, thanks for liking my recent post.
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I sense you’re writing here in/about goings-on in Austin (the hometown in which I no longer live)? Even if my assertion was completely off, thanks for stopping by and liking a post on The Expositrix!
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I guess I doxxed myself.
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