Thursday Stroll This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

July 4, 2013
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A girl dressed inappropriately
for a jog
about the boardwalk
past the black disco rollerskate hepcat.
High-waisted short shorts
And “Run Forest, run!”‘ (self-satisfied
fat man)
And “What?”
Walking backward now
toward two unkempt, sad-eyed hecklers.
“Ey, don't walk with your booty out!”
“Yea, not around here!”
And “I'm waitin' for ma aunt.”

Me and Roscoe just observers
in all this, and I say,
“There's our anti-hero.”
And him, “You only think in literary terms.”
And me, “English class ruined me.”

Now we're silent
and collecting conversation fragments:
“None of this would have ever happened
had we euthanized all the homeless!”
“I've just got to get new tires
on Monday.”
“What's today? July?”

Him, telling me all about
getting in people's heads
and knowing everybody.
Drunk, looking for Mariella
(the love he mumbled to and about).
Drunk, dressing up like a pirate
and throwing rocks at an Italian home.
Drunk, hooking up with that sensitive
Hung-over, regretting it.
Drunk, leaving a message for another

about how his friend wants to kiss her;
Hung-over, regretting it.

And we stroll
At a bench
To rest.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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