In the spirit of bringing more raw shit to the woo woo nation of my particular Facebook feed:
MISSED POTENTIAL
by Rachael Maddox
It's 9pm in a major American city
I am in a trance-like Pie Bar in a hip area of town
There is a live DJ spinning better-than-disco throw backs
And it's fucking magical
But somehow, the barista-bar-tender-pie-cutter
Is paying more attention to the dude who wants to buy $5s of pie
Than the dude (who's her boyfriend) who wants to make out with her
And it makes me think about the movie Amelie
And I must admit, I start idealizing France
Because in my gut, there's this insistence that somewhere, there are people who would never put their loyalties into low wage service
Somewhere, there must be a place where distracted by romance is not a crime
Where you can kiss with your ass in the face of the customer--
Make them hungry for meaning that fills deeper than pie
But it's 9pm in an American city
In a magical vortex of tunes, pies and booze
And no one is making out
Instead, the room is full of laptops
Zombies on LAPTOPS
There is a dad-son duo
And they are bobbing their heads
And we do connect for a moment
About the sparkle in the air
And people scattered everywhere
Neck-curled, hunched, missing it
And then there's me:
I am eating two pieces of pie alone.
The man in line in front of me
Ordered two, looked back and said to me,
Of course!
Why not?
And I thought
He's right, Why not?
I never eat pie
I am here to eat pie now!
I will have two slices
So I'm in this pool of pietopia potential
Eating two slices of pie alone
My phone is not in my hand
I am taking everything in
The red dressed walls
The neon sign
The street glow outside
The fat and vibrant DJ
The eye-glazed computer zombies
The pretty girls behind the counter
The zero dancing
The amazing music
The rising and falling of slow-hum chests
I am secretly wishing everyone had cigarettes
That the smell was ruining our hair--
Then at least we'd be connected
By a poison we could see
Floating between us
Eye to eye
Daring to find
The pupil
I'm taking everything in, wondering
How it is possible
That we've erased the temptation for
Real Life Sex
Where is our wild, damnit?
Must I go to the woods?
I am eating my pies
The Flirty Berry is drooling on my tongue
The real-butter crust is massaging my molars
The Peacan goop residue is still on my fingers
from when I tore the slice apart, scooped the goop,
Recieved it shamelessly in the bed of my mouth--
Really had it like I wanted it
I'm taking everything in
Through the pores of my skin
Through the hunger of my heart
Through the neon light eternal flicker
Of my techno-grooving soul
There is an every day everywhere
missed potential to FEEL
And it is driving the wild in me mad
So mad that all I can think is,
I'll have sex with the first person who smashes his laptop here
I swear I will
And I will hold nothing back
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