POEM FOR J

I'm so damned eloquent,
I tell this chick,
because I'm a poet.
Or is it
the other way around? I forget.
I turn to Jon.

Smoking two dollar cheap cigars with this kid I never really know in the first place,
midnight happens.
We pretend to understand
each other
and therefore do.

It was always like that.
And New Years was always
for suckers.
Resolutions were always for people
who like disappointments.

Stop laughing at things that are not funny,
he says to me.
My knees
holy shit
my pasty white body
slips onto the lawn.
I don't even know what I'm supposed to be to you,
he says to me.

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*Excerpted poem from THE ANCIENT BOOK OF HIP with permission from author & Fourteen Hills Press