February 9, 2021 at 12:12 pm #93839
Anonymous
Late Night
By Alicia Arballo
Sometimes in the late night
With the nothing of sound
I hear the refrigerator purr
My time is here
Thoughts of loneliness
And being alone
I read of people I daydream about
“Authentic Erica”
“Adore Delano”
“Patrick Starr”
“Billy Porter”
“Brad Pitt”
I’m not sure any of them
Think about things I do
Shaved legs, raised eyebrows,
Body shapers, flowing color,
Red carpet, smooth, flawless skin,
Calling out “honey!” To him.
In the morning, the car radio
Will remind me where I really am,
Where I’m going.
The smell of gas in my ol 98’ Honda,
Squinting to see behind the yellowed broken
Windshield
Too old for any of this.
And the refrigerator purrs…..