We Ride It Where It Takes Us

Last week I mentioned the new issue of Shampoo.  This week, a sampling from it.  Here is a poem by Emily Kendal Frey.

We Ride It Where It Takes Us

Dear Jalapeno,
Dear Leisure Suit,
My legs are crossed.
She’s overmedicated.
He’s watching me
watch the man with the beret
draw the blonde on his
tiny pad. No one is
not jealous. Dear Ventricle,
Dear Double,
Dear Rising Temperatures—
Forget about it,
their faces chorus.
The concept of time
is tinted sunglasses.
Put that in your pipe,
Dear Wolfish.
I see a love letter
under the seat.
Dear Equal Sign,
Dear 40 oz.—
I’ve got the volume
up so high
the sky just cracked a little.

by Emily Kendal Frey

published in Shampoo

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