THE SONG I SKIP TO ON THE MIX TAPE

the song i skip to on the mix tape
the day i sleep in with the sun
the word stuck in my head like gum
the kind eyes across the diner
the dollar in the pocket of the hoodie
the hoodie that i wait for winter to wear

the movie when it comes on t.v.
never planned but whenever you do
my pupils dilate like puddles in rain
and i storm lost in your story

the stray cat i take into my apartment
the guitar i find in the gutter
the candy tucked away in the back of the cabinet
the middle school note left on my desk
the applause that follows the silence

that coma sleep
that really good coma sleep
where you lose sight of your reality
your rapidly moving eyes dizzy and lost
in the kind of good dream that tattoos your skin
at least for a day or two

that is the supreme drug my dear
and to wake up sober from it
to wander the halls of this asylum apartment
to come home to cook yourself food for one
to realize how empty your hand is
it’s a terrible terrible world to turn
but sometimes you sneak outside
and the rays of daylight swim into your pores
you catch that you still have a shadow
and it’s not so bad
it’s not so bad

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2015

Author: brice maiurro

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

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