Poem

Sitting in my living room alone. Silent. Drinking beer.

My roommate is masturbating in the other room.

I only drink Heineken because my Dad does.

If I listen hard I can hear the sound of 100,000 boys masturbating all over the world.

There are Christmas lights hanging around the room.

The dirty dishes are stacking up.

My ants are keeping on keeping on.

3:33pm on Westland Ave.

It’s funny to think about how

Everything choice I’ve ever made in my entire life

For good or for bad

Has led to me here, quietly knowing that my roommate is masturbating directly behind me