Erin Jay

I still remember waking up
Alarm clock radio sounding off to vague news reports

I turned on the TV just in time to see the second tower fall

Wonder Valley isn’t a place where people live. There aren’t any proper houses there, at least none you can see from the highway; and you can see a very long way from the highway.

I sink my feet into the sand of my home
grains rubbing against my surgery scar
and my ankles are always the part that starts sweating first

It’s about the next buck,
The next fuck,
The next big thing
As you sell your soul to the man for a martini and a George Foreman grill.

I’m driving past the police stand
and notice my speedometer is 5 miles off
most likely the result
of driving on a donut
for 300 miles past the limit of 50