Jack Kerouac never chewed away the January Blues
Eating grape
flavored pez candy
a few days after Christmas
my daughters cat
is sleeping
on the puzzle table
Have some pez
I say to my husband
no thanks,
it tastes like grape
pepto- bismol
I toss the cat
and stare at the puzzle
which starts to morph
into an abyss
When I stare down into it
I see a lot of wrapping paper
amazon cardboard boxes
and some expired cheese
I also
see some people
arguing about
the Stranger Things Finale
I wave at them
they wave back
but as I wave
I drop my pez
Dispenser
It falls and falls
forever
Dammit to hell!
I scream into the echo
Melanie Browne is a poet and fiction writer living in Texas under the big bright barbeque stars.


