ROADSIDE DISTRACTION
They never told you to your face.
You’re a roadside distraction.
Everything is wrong
about the way you park your car
on the wrong side of the street.
Your morning ritual of
the open vessel of booze
you pour into your toddler’s mouth.
You may be insane, but you’re sober
when you swerve your car
into oncoming traffic
with a drunk baby in the back.
THE ATTENTION I DESERVE
I want everyone to listen
to my poetry everywhere.
How do I make them listen?
How do I reach their souls?
I walked the market aisles
with a glass of wine and salad fork.
I only caused confusion
and concern about my sanity.
I spit wet napkin wads
that stuck on the café ceiling.
Diners moved to tables
far away from me.
I set off the fire alarm
at the local school.
Everybody ran away,
and glass got in my shoe.
I ran my fingernails across
a lightweight chalkboard
I brought into the theater.
The ushers threw me out.
The world is full of savages
who don’t appreciate my poems.
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ABOUT THE POET
Nolcha Fox (@NolchaF) has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Bullshit Literary Magazine, Storyteller’s Refrain, Dark Entries, Wilder Literature and others. Her chapbook, ‘My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,’ is available on Amazon.