THIS IS A POEM ABOUT SHIT BUCKETS AND EXPENSIVE SEAFOOD AND AN INCIDENT OF SEXUAL MISCONDUCT ON A PUBLIC BUS 12.8.17

12.8.17

 

she lived in a trailer park
in Santa Cruz and shit
in a bucket a halfmile
from the ocean, a halfmile
from the county’s most
expensive seafood restaurant.
she’d stand outside the
restaurant with the same
bucket she shat in (washed out)
and ask for money. she would
not thank those who gifted her
cash, she’d curse those who
gave her coins, and she spit
on those who gave her nothing.
when i met her she was in better
shape. she said, “help me rob
this place,” and i said “sure.”
we split profits and made love
on a public bus and i fell asleep
afterwards and she took my money
and the only picture i had of
my daughter, which i kept
inside my wallet. i sometimes
go to that seafood restaurant
just to look at her because
it makes me feel better inside.
it puts a blanket over this raging
shockwave i’ve had pulsing through
me for fifteen years now, wondering,
always, can anyone have it worse
than i have it? and remembering, no,
reminding myself, yes. there is she.
always she.

 


Written at 4:36 in the afternoon, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA. 

One thought on “THIS IS A POEM ABOUT SHIT BUCKETS AND EXPENSIVE SEAFOOD AND AN INCIDENT OF SEXUAL MISCONDUCT ON A PUBLIC BUS 12.8.17

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s