Terminal Boredom by Zach Buscher

listen to this poem

You expected me to come in last
in and at all things. But alas,
I’m always a man

in an overlay oozing machismo to his seat.
Sweet, I’m like a beautiful wedding
minus leis, quail, and shantung.

I sniff the dust off new bicycle seats
outside old bookstores I have gone the distance
stuffing Lego [...]