Jealous of the Sun
In the dry, dusty streets of Southern California
Butts littered about
I tugged on the end of my Don Benigno cigar
sucking the smoke into me
I sat on the curb
On the side of a ty motel
In a ty part of town
With my ty friend
twittering endlessly in my ear
My body is tired
and my mind wanders
10 More days
I think
The sun starts to put itself to bed and
I grow jealous
My arms are weak and
speckled with the days work
The phones buzzes and
I imagine the smooth circles of her hands
going to work
Her voice is solemn
An anxiety grabs my tired heart
And takes hold
I smash the cigar
Jealous of the sun
And scared, scared of what I’ve already done
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