Let Us Pray

Cell phone alarm goes off

Tuck in my shirt

salad
coffee
talking heads on the TV
smiling

more coffee

out the door
and it's moderately sunny

everyone on the train
is lonely
and running into each other

some believe in god
some don't

but they all comb their hair
and put their ties on
like they're going to church

kneel
to fix a copier

rise when our break's over

and lust

for the cashier

When we get our check

it isn't much

We spend it on wine
and tortilla chips

and the rest
goes somewhere
mysterious

some say Jesus

some say the gas company

some say fuck it and buy DVDs

and some commit suicide

I open the door
to 50 screaming parochial school kids

and punch in

© 2010 Lee Kitzis

Space and Below

Riding the train to work

I put my name tags on
Johnny Cash in my head

as a Latina w/ highlights
picks through her chips
like she's searching for diamonds
in a bag of shit

I want to make love to her
and take her Cheetos

The doors open

I get off

it isn't too hot
it isn't too cold

as the Hubble telescope
looks down on us

watching a movie
on how the Hubble telescope looks down on us

like a liquor store security camera

© 2010 Lee Kitzis

#1 Dad

I drink coffee
at the bus stop

and watch the NASCAR dads
and meth-head moms

drag their kids
into the building

their shirts stained w/ Wyler’s
fruit punch

tiny screaming miracles

I’ve got a good woman

she doesn’t want kids

we lay in bed

drinking cheap wine
and watching old Pink Panther cartoons

and when we make love

it’s nice

giving birth to
the quiet

in each other’s arms

we fall asleep

with a homeschooled cat

© 2010 Lee Kitzis