9
deranged
i stand in line.
a fat woman
with 20
lean cuisine meals
is before me.
behind me
an old man with
green bananas
if i were that
old
i‘d buy
yellow bananas.
neither of the 2
has blinked.
they move slowly
forward
in morbid unison
dragging me
with them
closer
closer
closer
we stop.
“PRICE CHECK!!!”
i’m insane.
0–17 coney island, brooklyn, new york.
17–26 vagabond through the midwest.
26–27 back to brooklyn.
27–32(now) d.c. area.
have been a chef, caregiver to my dad,
pro wrestler, warehouse worker, thief,
amatuer boxer, daddy.
