SPOTLIGHT: You’re Going to Hate the New Apartment by Chris Vola

In the night of the empty park,
in the night of the loud highway,
no flurry of stars.

The river’s twisting glint
makes it seem okay
to not have a job.

Sunlight on his building
has the murky quality
of photographs.

Hate winter?
Find an ample lap,
get cozy
& doze.

A single brick
pushed out of the mortar
to stare at my new kicks.

Racoons hang around
that trash bin
for economic reasons.

It’s snowing again –
little by little
a few more poems.

Jay read that article
& now she wants
to eat somewhere new.

The crowds moving
as usual, lacking
emotional content.

Hey Google,
play something
awkward & lovely.


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