1 poem

Maura Hill

Long Johns

Long John Silvers, AI, and Facebook
The feeling is both horrible and fine at the same time
Like when you realize the male ego is still alive and well.
Saying I’m going golfing, but really just sitting in my car
Drinking a bottle of beer 
In a parking lot as I overlook a field of rolling green
Marriage, love, money and midlife
When the heart is deadening, the gut grows stronger, and the head is getting fuller
New dads make me sad
I’m already recalling his voice
Interjected by a death cough
Baked enchiladas and a football game at 1
It’s the going back that bothers me
Pushed to an outside circuit, spent years being comfortable here
Are we there yet?
All you really need for a tailgate is a good crew and a patch of asphalt
For fun, let’s hold a pokerface and try not to complain
Explored outside the radius and got nailed to the outside circle
Still searching for openings 
Was there ever really was a circuit?
I need peace, I need calm, I need dishpods
Long John Silvers is almost erased.