Doldrums
I was running on empty
all I had left in my pocket
were doldrums
which isn’t enough
for a donut from Shipleys
so I scrolled on my phone
and followed a long thread
I followed it all the way
to hell
I wasn’t lonely there
because hell was filled
with a billion people
that looked and
sounded like Nicolas Cage
doing karate chops
high on cocaine
I left hell a new person
I still had doldrums
but in all the other ways
I was a new person
Melanie Browne is a poet and fiction writer living in Texas under the big bright barbeque stars.
