such a small island, but it’s all highway
and winding road

men with hats, men without hats
inside & out

men at work
do the safety dance /

my father’s idiot friend
in constant orbit

an ’80s movie montage:
pizza, pac-man
& percussion

my father’s founding myth
with rock ‘n’ roll sins /

como se dice:
it’s decadent

a pollo paradise
con los gallos caminando
en la calle

pero we would only come here
in crisis /

i’m sorry, that’s the most
i can muster
and i won’t feel bad about it

abuela was confused once;
everyone was confused

but we all tell the same stories
these days /

my father sports his
silicone jesus bracelet

tuning for an english radio station

he can’t take one more moment
in his own mind

que chevere
a label on every city
an animal on every corner
a portrait of my father at 17
hanging on the wall /

i’m sorry
i called him an idiot:

why should we all not live
exactly the same each day

with reverence
and no new insight

Selena Cotte is a poet, journalist, media scholar & shapeshifter living in Chicago by way of Orlando. Her work has been published in journals such as Hobart, Juked Online, Olit, Honey Literary, and others. She can be found online @selenacotte wherever you think that may work.