Joyride

The dishwasher sounds
like the ocean’s teenage son

who stole the family car
and drove to my house

sunroof open the whole way
because of the rain

snuck in through
the cracks in a window

found Kool-Aid in the fridge
and a leftover bottle of gin

drunk dialed the moon and
told her what a MILF she is

pulled what seemed to be
a hideaway bed

down from the weird
short wall by the sink

sang himself lullabies
in a Tom Waits style

and now snores
tide songs til morning.

Josh Potter lives with his wife and four children, two cats, two dogs, and a bird on a small island in New York. During the day, he works as a family physician on that same small island, and in the evenings, he tries to put his Master’s degree in English from a former life to good use by writing poetry.