Lunatic P.O.V

2 a.m. but butterflies
           feed on nectar past sun
 
Store clerk looks askance & says
            no sir no more beer but here’s a hotline #
 
Dropped the car sideways
            into tree-lap & bourbon
 
An icepack might help my funny-
            bone laugh but a bruise is only yellow
 
Are my pupils dilated with smoke, or arousal?
            The difference is inadequate
 
Father says stop racing cop cars
            Mother says there are 12 steps
 
Honey I’ve only known 11 in all my life;
            none are the way or the truth or the light
 
Do not wait up for me I won’t come home
            Cleaning up other men’s piss for nothing
 
I say let’s dance I earned two dimes last night
            my palms say wait we’re too busy sweating​

About the Writer

Remi Recchia holds a BA in Creative Writing from Western Michigan University, and is currently an MFA Candidate in Poetry at Bowling Green State University. Remi's work has appeared in or will soon appear in Pittsburgh Poetry Review, Front Porch, Gravel, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Haverthorn Press, among others. Remi also currently serves as Assistant Poetry Editor for the Mid-American Review and teach first-year writing.