they are fighting in the front seat
about nothing
absolutely nothing
arguing about where to eat
or how to drive
or what weather patterns are predictable
in the jungles of tanzania
and which ones are less than determinable
you missed the turn back there
stop smacking your gum so loud
can we not listen to this song again

and i am tucked in the backseat
hard hard candy in my mouth
and all i can think
is why the fuck
isn’t there chocolate?!



Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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