the barefoot girls
are wearing chokers
and laughing at the boys
sitting on chairs outside starbucks
my dad passes me five pills
across the white granite island
slides them in the cap of the pill bottle
smoothly across the counter
like a puck sent down the ice
pointed towards an empty net
the last guitar solo
rattles around my empty skull
as I watch cars zip down the highway
from my parents deck
under an empty sky
that stays lit
longer than
yesterday
Dan Svizeny’s work has also appeared in Spectra Poets.