THE CHEERY LOOKIN DUDE AT THE GAS STATION 

you got wife…
apartment…
smoke…

he was saying
as I sat at 
the picnic table
looking forlorn
and even in
broken english
I could realize
how 
ungrateful a bastard
I was


BIG

I’m big now
I keep forgetting

catch a glance of my reflection
good Lord!
what am I doing in Dairy Queen?

women just look away
it’s depressing

who cares I think
and I eat like a thirteen year old

but there’s no metabolism anymore
I’m too damn big-

sitting here having a fit
cause some of my Reese’s chunks
fell off my sundae