Sunday, February 19, 2017

On Any Given Day

On Any Given Day

On any given day there’s a kid listening to eighteen
and a hundred  things at once and maybe the least
is “Tell me in your own words how you relate
to John Proctor’s reluctance to go to Salem after
he confesses to his wife that he’s seen Abigail alone
on the edge of her accusations."

On any given day the boy in the front row in the heavy
coat and hood drawn low slopes to his note-
book so low so close he thinks he can disappear
in the cipher of right obtuse acute angles so he can
kindle his day on day wish to be anonymous to plot
the day’s equation neat and obvious as x and y demand

On any given day the last diaper in the house is used
covering the rashy ass of a sleepless eight month
and the floor’s cold and the laundry’s dry enough
but spit-up old and no one’s rubbing quarters together
except they got almost enough to get stoned and who
knows or gives a shit when the battle of Gettysburg was

On any given day making it to school is as miraculous
as it gets and at least there’s time between classes
to sneak into the bathroom and throw up the six
corn flakes and on this day it’s mostly spit and thick
sick with a bit of blood and isn’t it Food Science next
block and how many times has the nurse seen me this week?

On any given day she hides her missed period behind her
coat just like he hid her "no!" behind her throat behind
her friend’s parents wet bar and stuffed her anyway so
hard so fast so almost never happening its easy to deny and
that’s what he does and he snapchats her cheap bare ass
and now she knows really knows Hassan in the Kite Runner

On any given day mom won’t wake up when she shakes her
it was the same when she was eight and she was split eye
to nose going down in the bathroom the cool hard cast
iron enamel opening her face the way a zipper opens a pair
of jeans or a coat or a favorite pair of boots to wear to school

On any given day the bulge is made of a High Point 995
and it’s lunch time and by Jesus God those fuckers gonna pay
I’m done listening to their teeth squeeze out “free
faggot ass” in the locker room after gym class I’m done
eating the pizza they shove in my face after they spit
after they blow their nose after they piss on it.

On any given day his leg aches where the amputation
right at the knee and the meds they give and the speed
of the pain caves him and he rolls and crashes and rolls
and crashes the bone it’s gone but it’s not and when it’s all
settled up through to the pelvis maybe he’ll walk again but
yeah so five bucks five bucks I'll sell this pill to you...

On any given day the pocket vibrates and it takes a drone
pilot in Arizona a millisecond to correct the drift but a slow brb
to collide head on and trauma man you don’t know trauma
until you’ve but no that didn’t happen to me that didn’t happen
it couldn’t have you seen the other car the baby seat handle

a hundred feet away, the baby...

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