Potluck

 

T H I S    W E E K

WATERSLIDES IN AUXILIARY HOSPITAL WASHROOM by Daniel Thompson

 

Four Poems

JAMESON, AT 24
 

"What's wrong with you?
Go away!" he screamed
out the window

I said
What? What is it?

"The young voices."

 

 

 

WHAT HAPPENED
 

He picked out carefully
and put on a Blondie record
Danced crazily to the entire song

After
I said Jameson,  
That is the most incredible thing I've seen in my life

 

 

 

THIS IS LIKE
 

Where you're a professional dancer
A great dancer
and in the future the people say
What ever happened to that dancer
He was so great

Why did he ever stop dancing

And it cuts back
to this moment
to this dance
where you lose the bag of weed
from dancing and you say

That's it
I'm never dancing again

 

 

 

ABOUT THE LOST WEED, SPECIFICALLY
 

We comforted each other

                        Don't worry
                        You're not like that
                        You didn't throw your weed
                        from your dance

We made up words

                        No, I didn't check behind the shim
                        I checked behind the little shim

We theorized

                        I think it blew out the window
                        literally like the lightest feather

We practiced radical acceptance

                        Look at it this way
                        if we hadn't lost the weed
                        I would be without a muse

 

 

 

 

Courtney Bush lives and works in Brooklyn, NY. She likes making poems and little movies with her friends.