Something
something
isn’t
right
the trash trucks
are late
the neighbor’s dog
isn’t barking its head off
its name is Pepper
but I heard one of them
call it Jack
everyone around here
is a poet
or claims to be
and there’s no way out
no chance
you’ll never find love
in the city
but it will meet you
in the back alley
just come
packing heat
you never know
you might win.
***

Thom Young is a writer from Texas. His work has been in The Commonline Journal, 3am magazine, Crack the Spine, Word Riot, 48th Street Press, and many other places. A 2008 Million Writers Award nominee for his story Perico.

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