Shall we sleep?
forty-three minutes to get here
and I will drive
forty-three minutes back home
through the rain and spray and abysmal fog
just to watch a VHS
of a man singing, afro and mustache and terrible voice
about an old man, about scissors
or Mrs. Potts singing about LSD
or a white guy about breasts.
I could have died coming here
and I could have learned this online.
a guy in a tie with an electric guitar singing about terrorism
what the devil--did I just watch
(Concerning a creative writing class taken in college. Being an English major can wear on one's sanity.)
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.