She’s asking for a slap upside the head ⸺
You didn’t call last night ⸺ Yeah but I sent
a text ⸺ No sir! That isn’t what I said ⸺
⸺ The dialectic of the one percent
Against the proletariat ⸺ Aw, dude,
Don’t be ridiculous ⸺ Oh, fucking fuck!
I think I lost my phone ⸺ Should we get food?
⸺ You know I care about you but not ⸺ SUCK
MY BALLS! ⸺ The outbound train to Wonderland
is now arriving ⸺ Jesus, that was fast ⸺
What ⸺ Oh my shitting God ⸺ Hold Mommy’s hand!
The driver pulls the brake, and then, at last ⸺
The subway’s bubbling many-throated speech
Resolves into a lone soprano shriek.
Lori Zimmermann is working toward her MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Massachusetts Boston. She is also the Tumblr Editor for Broadsided Press. Previous publication credits include poems in Write on the Dot, Writers Tribe Review, and Broad!. She can recite all the stops on the MBTA's Red Line from memory.
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