August Poem 1

I was connected. I, too,

Could feel contestants had reached Pliny,

An over-soul, my teeth. I said,

Stan, son, you have she shoes.

 

We have Mel, Stan said.

I have never felt a connection more staged.

 

As soon as Stan said Mel, Tommy said,

No, you gotta come division.

 

I stood under the porch light but

I had forgotten stage hands carrying

His items. I was where

I did not like the feeling

Hurrying up.