poem 1
for some reason, the petsmart guy opens up to me. he liked his life better last year. everything’s turned out bad. his mom suddenly got mean. his fish has started hiding out at the bottom of the tank, inside the treasure chest. he barely sees the little guy these days. an ice cream truck drives by outside. i ask the guy when his shift ends. i give him my number. i tell him if he wants to, we can meet for dinner. he says that could be fun. it’s hot and the air is wet. i don’t have a lot of money left. i don’t have a job. i haven’t had a job for a couple of months. i got two hundred dollars for cleaning out a lady’s garage. there’s always too much saliva in my mouth. i have to spit onto the sidewalk constantly. my arms are itchy and so are my feet. yesterday you looked at my feet and said yup that’s a rash. i asked what kind of rash. you said i don’t know the different kinds of rash. i said can we look it up? you said i don’t know what i would look up, i don’t know how to describe a rash...