it was yesterday. all of boise's finest showed up at the greek food festival. I'd never seen them before
the band didn't play, really
there was someone playing a keyboard, one of those drummachine outfits
okay, we'll just call him the drummer
and a boise's finest
playing a bouzouki
...Don't be alarmed! he cried, Don't take cover
beneath your tables and chairs, I didn't say bazooka-
soft chuckles from under breaths
there was a bass player who just kept putting his back to the crowd
a crowd of old women & toddlers
dancing in a circle.
Did someone say FOOD? boise's finest seemed to cry from out of the woodwork
and they put on their tight shorts
to encase their sausage legs
and they strapped on their bejeweled sandals.
a little fat fauxhawked kid, sobbing
bc he'd punched a girl in the stomach & was being reprimanded
a gem in a mount rushmore at night themed tee
a gem in a giant housedress, admirable.
I snuck across the street with my beer
and hung out with the boy who's nice to me, for some reason
I had at least three square meals
I got a singlass tan
I hung out with my family. my dad put on the wall and kyle freaked out
my dad & I talked about love
he said I should never change, that I should always go for everything, like I do.
he is like me.
and he is good, he finds it
for 63 years.
I am proud to come from that.
so far june does me right
and may,
may was a thing
of me being dead & weak & strong again
and I'm happy,
so this isn't a poem, anymore
