A Leap Year Day
Open the hurt locker
and see what there is of knives
and teeth. Open the hurt locker
and learn…
Brian
Turner
“The
Hurt Locker”
Next year today will be the last day
of this month. And for the next three
years. But then another one more
day in
February. For balance I suppose—
someone
somewhere maybe a lot of
someones in a
lot of somewheres,
what for
growing things in neat
little rows and
boxes? food and low
income row
houses?
I don’t
know. I don’t care really
and I suppose
most days go like that
but tomorrow, the here
and now is
it means I got
one more day in
this month, here
in this tiny
room to shut my mouth
to walk solo, slide when the lights go
on and the door
clicks the lock lets
loose. And you know I bet that’s the one
noise I’m
taking out of here, I bet
when I’m fifty
something a little
click will make
me stiff, whatever
I’m doing I’ll
stop, the way I’ve seen
guys in movies stop before they step
down on solid ground and then just
like that the whole world
is in the sole
of his left boot stop,
like in that movie,
Hurt Locker, remember? I watched it
before I came
in no shit it has got to be
the best movie
I’ve seen
in a long time though
right now
I’m thinking
about nothing,
nothing in
particular but that click
when something’s
coming and closing to
and I’m just
waiting in the in/between of it
and the dust
the skin of the guys
who were in
here before I was and left
whatever it is of themselves,
when they
scratched their balls or
their heads, or the spaces there are
between them and one last
mother-fucking gloriously mundane
day.
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