Poem: June, 2026

A poem about now.

Like the guy in a singlet, sandals, and shorts
pressing the pedestrian buzzer eight times
to see what changes, I feel a bit out of sorts —

the winter of my disco tension is soundtracked
by Donna Summer. I feel love for so many
great things I almost cried listening to

Steely Dan’s Kid Charlemagne on the way
to catch the bus. It was too heavy, slipped
right through my fingers; the song not the bus.