a boom

by Steven J. Serafiani

there is genius somewhere
down there like a boom in
williston. you dredge and
construct a derrick to bob
for something meaningful but
it’s dry. get a couple neat
highball glasses or a bender in a
gin pole but
same result. scour through
all the plots you have put a
pillow in only to shuffle on, lease
anew but dry. but one day, when it feels
like the sun is gonna burn ya out and
all those memories and emotions and
lowests and pratfalls do a patchwork
haze; a

boom.

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