National Poetry Month, Day 15 (halfway)

but of course we can’t forget
the drunk girls walking home in clusters.
If you’ve lived in a college town, you know.
But tonight I was walking home,
and I overheard a conversation
between two of them crossing the street
in front of me. “I’ll say this,” she began
(no, it wasn’t quite like that. That phrase
sounds way more like my own voice),
“but my ass has gotten way bigger
(your ears perked up there too, huh?)
after I started jogging every day.”


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