Behind The Poop Deck
Hermosa Beach, California
Sue sees Mr. Laval the landlord coming,
frail, white-haired, pulled along the alley
by his poufy Chow, Saber. They stop in,
Laval complaining how bad
the noise was from the bar last night –
Sue says its patrons brawl, piss on her car,
have sex against the dumpster.
A bunch of damned imposers, he gripes.
Vows to file a protest and, not for the first time,
puckers up toward Sue for a kiss
who ducks and keeps talking
as if nothing happened. Saber whines
and Laval heads for the strand. Grabbing
a Payday bought at the corner store
no one seems to shop in
and run by an angry ex-librarian, Sue
turns on the TV, thinks C-SPAN’s debate
looks good -- she sits down, opens the candy
and from under the wrapper a white moth
pops out, flies straight for her mouth.
She jumps up and screams,
debate moderator chiding
the panel to remember how undefined
and diverse the pursuit of happiness is.
SALLY MOLINI is a freelance writer whose work has appeared in Beloit Poetry Journal, Rattle, Best New Poets, Barrow Street, Southern Poetry Review, among others. She co-founded Cerise Press (www.cerisepress.com) and lives in Nebraska.