Friday, June 24, 2022

Karen Cline-Tardiff

 Friday Night


I’m gonna smoke all your cigarettes,

  Make you go crazy trying to

  figure out if I’m really that girl

  in the album liner notes

  of your favorite band.


You pour your beer in the trash,

  refuse to drink the backwash.

  But hell, it’s Friday night and

  there’s more than leftover beer

  in your future and mine.


We think about fooling around,

  but the couch is full

  of passed out hippies and

  covered in cigarette burns,

  and shit, it isn’t even our house.


I bum your last smoke

  but your lighter is dead.

  Kinda like tonight you joke

  and I give you a pity laugh.




Karen Cline-Tardiff has been writing as long as she could hold a pen. Her works have appeared in several anthologies and journals, both online and in print. She founded the Aransas County Poetry Society. She has a Kindle book of poetry, Stumbling to Breathe. She is Editor-in-Chief of Gnashing Teeth Publishing.


No comments:

Post a Comment

Paul Ilechko

Blood Blossoms What kind of blooms are these which linger into early winter survive so many nights of freezing temperature still thriving in...