Blocked, the writer stabs at his steak, the last piece of sanity on his plate.
Kate, wild one, impress me with your teeth, and rest in peace, solidarity.
What lies beneath, please?
The surface silicone, waxes and lies, and all that’s left is broken inside.
The worst for the wear, and the neverdones shine like bright toy guns–
in a bright blue box.
With yellow ribbon bullets, waiting to go off.
Caution tape on the bracelet, wondering why we all walk around, pasty and wasted.
Wondering if we truly will ever make it on to
Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His latest book is Train of Thought.