Up North // Under the Bridge
Dear God, I just smoked a cigar
with dad. I was sorry at first,
but soon enough it felt like four cups
of regular in just one puff. You know,
there’s something about a wind turbine
that makes you feel like you can’t see
across Lake Michigan. What’s the difference
& turbine? There’s no breeze
but I swear the blades still spin
like a hot shower depended on it & it does.
Just wait a couple of minutes
and you’ll get a passing
lane. You can speed on the 31
& nobody cares as long as you don’t
pass them. This neighborhood is fema
trailers, two by’s, and dear god I hate it
when my father calls my name like it’s
an iamb. The way he thrusts empties
into my arms. I beg for the deposit.
Dear god, we call this state pure,
but what’s so clean about it?
JOSEPH FELKERS is a Pushcart-nominated poet attending Catholic Central High School in Grand Rapids, Michigan. His work appears or is forthcoming in decomP magazinE, SOFTBLOW, and Rust + Moth, among others. He is a genre editor for Polyphony HS, a poetry reader and past-mentee with The Adroit Journal, and an ice cream connoisseur at his local parlor.
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