In the morning / we lay to forget…

David Letterman is my homeboy.

dear lilith, / i know you’re probably busy, but / i don’t think you drink enough water.

Swivel
By Lara
“I’d like to get it over with as soon as possible.” The woman sat in a swiveling chair, swiveling back and forth.?“I’m sure we can see to that,” the doctor said, making a note on his clipboard.?“Thank you.” Swivel, swivel.
After the procedure, she slept.  She muttered things, periodically. Things about carnivals, husbands, and plane rides. The doctor made notes.
Seven days later, she awoke. She marched straight to the doctor’s office and sat down in his swivel chair.
“I’d like to get it over with as soon as possible.” Swivel.?“I’m sure …

Mattress and guitars in the minivan road trip,
Playing through the day in Memphis sweat.
Park the car by the bar, pass out and let
the sun wake us from our mobile crypt.
Then head for Mobile, we jobless roadies,
stopping ‘long the way for roadside peaches.
We dogs who broke our front yard leashes.
We sundrunk swimmers throwing off our floaties.
The A/C broke but our radio screams,
bouncer kicked us out but we got a free drink.
So we stop in Oxford to piss on Faulkner’s swing
and we’re thrown to city limits for being obscene.
Hell, that summer was …