Details

Without asking,
I offered,

telling the cashier my last meal would be pb & j,
“credit or debit” he said.

I wish I had more cash on me
to show him there’s still another option,

for him, for me, for us,
but with no checks we’ve lost balance.

Blood can still boil with ice in our veins,
I signed the receipt.

I am the nothingness void of being,
as I grabbed my bags.

the boredom absolved of all feeling,
holding the door for the elderly couple.

ignorance provoking thought, jaywalking across 7th Avenue.
the bottom rung, fumbling for my keys.

Don’t make this difficult.
I’m easy, climbing the steps.

Not down for everything,
but up for anything, I whisper unlocking the apartment door.

Kevin R. Farrell, Jr. is a New York based artist, poet, and educator whose work has been published in Burning House Press, Rumble Fish Quarterly, Adroit Journal, Terror House Magazine, Former People, Blakelight Magazine, Visitant Lit, Ink in Thirds Magazine, Indiana Voice Journal, Foxhole Magazine, Yo-NEWYORK!, BONED Stories, Yes, Poetry,Digging Press, and The Writing Disorder.