Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

Do you know what you want?

his stool sits next to me at the bar
one hemisphere to the left

he tips his panama up with the rim
of a green belgian beer bottle

leaning in until his shoulder finds mine

this is an unfair question
cuz i get mad when people ask me…
i don’t know after all these years…
but do you KNOW what you want?

she leans back all cleopatra
with an asp in her purse
and says

i want to read everything
i want to write everything
i want to fuck everyone worth fucking
i don’t care about fame
i want to die a grandmother
from a lethal bong hit
i want to be mummified and placed in the Smithsonian
so that i may keep saying something to people

that’s beautiful
what’s it gonna take?

a steely resolve to keep moving

4 replies on “Do you know what you want?”

In five lines you build a vivid, detailed scene (if not a world) using only gestures, then with three later lines you epitomise latent femininity before declaring ‘who’ not ‘what’ you are. Outstanding work. Take a bow and exit hemisphere-left.

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