I cannot abide
this lifestyle
of noontime
arousals,
contradicting
myself with
Lillian Hellman
volumes
for pillows
and slothful
bits of taco
flavored
tortilla chips
trapped in my
beard with the
glue of cola,
the day’s sun
angrily staring
at me through
the garbage bag
curtains, waiting
for me to melt
like a deferred
toy soldier.
this lifestyle
of noontime
arousals,
contradicting
myself with
Lillian Hellman
volumes
for pillows
and slothful
bits of taco
flavored
tortilla chips
trapped in my
beard with the
glue of cola,
the day’s sun
angrily staring
at me through
the garbage bag
curtains, waiting
for me to melt
like a deferred
toy soldier.
About Kevin Ridgeway:
Kevin Ridgeway is a writer from Southern California, where he lives with his girlfriend and their one-eyed cat. Recent work has appeared in Gutter Eloquence Magazine, The Camel Saloon, Pipe Dream and Dead Snakes.
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