
It’s undeniable,
wherever you are is the center of the world
I’ve come to, to admire the distance
between us.
-Pretend you’re married, your marriage is
falling apart.
In the courtyard of a one story school
you find a hundred dollar bill.
-There was a plastic palm tree in the corner,
the television was turned off.
You’re boring, you said. Decades later
I read Boring Is the New Interesting.-
Before central air you were fortunate
enough to have electricity, and put a plug
in a socket. A fan cooled the corner
where you sat reading Readers Digest.
– Turtles with orange shells wouldn’t bite,
Snappers with black jagged edged shells
would. Small green turtles in pet shops,
you took three home. They swam
with tiny claws in a round plastic dish.
All you had to do was practically look at one
and it died.
-Youth is foolish. He held you by
the ankles as you upside down dangled
over a banister, above a fight of stairs.
Instead of trying to pull you to safety
I laughed.
Poetry by Peter Mladinic
Image by Adam Strong
One reply on “Central Air”
I took great pleasure in writing is poem, and it’s wonderful seeing it here, in this gray layout. Backwards Trajectory, thanks for all you do!
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