Treasure Island

A.j. Binash

(04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

A Reason to Miss Me


Surrounded by food wrappers,
I purchased
From the vending machine.

I crumpled them together.
Held my ear
Next to the closed fist.

Studied the noise
Of plastic
Onto flesh.

Overjoyed!
When spontaneity
Gifted me
Dortitos' crumbs
Along the lines
Of my palm.

I licked them clean.
Imagined the fortune
I washed away.

Reflected in the mirror
Artificial color
On my tongue.
(Yellow 6, Yellow 5 and Red 40)
Delicious and orange.

It wasn't healthy,
But neither was syphilis,
Or pills
Or the bottle.

I stayed inside
That cold February night.

I had to give the whores
A reason to miss me.

Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014

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