So, I finally got my "tiered-rejection" from @TBQuarterly and I can say I made it to the last round! (Work with me here, people.) Today I post my poem that will never be in TBQ but tomorrow I will put this rejection on my CV. As they say in Baltimore, "Live más, people, live fucking más!"
Zeno Waits
Zeno waits at a Taco Bell
out of time
because Zeno is now
much older
than he used to be.
He’s got a home
in the city
and a house in
the country, where
he fends off deer
who want to eat
his hostas.
It’s right outside of a town
that’s so small
it only has one fast food
place, which isn’t
where Zeno waits
out of time.
Zeno dreams of youth
and eating everything
without thought
and with extra sauce
which his doctor tells
him is a bad idea.
Like the smell of his
long-dead mother
or the voice of h
is first
lover, the mastication of
pillowy, empty food is
an idea only,
knocking each morning
through his steady,
unchanging life.
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