PAIN AT THE PUMP
In the black alley, morning takes a hike.
Who are we if not a bunch of
When the liberal elite shows up
to take our jean jackets,
we’ll know it’s really the end.
When birth control comes packaged
as Baby Bullets we’ll know
the beginning happened
long ago and we missed it
like when your sister woke you up
because Jupiter was obvious
in the night sky but you laid back down,
regret a cold seed asleep
with you in your throat for years.
We said things like Hey,
is that your car on fire?
Do you want me to pick you up?
Since your car is on fire?
Meg Thompson‘s work has appeared or is forthcoming in DIAGRAM, The Journal, PANK, and Two Serious Ladies. Her chapbook, Farmer, is due out later this year from Kattywompus Press. She lives in Ada, Oklahoma, where she teaches at East Central University. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.