This Fun Sucked
by Christopher Rubio-Goldsmith
Now,
the jackets came off
the truth lining up in drips, and zams.
In mazes of long halls with no windows,
all of the chairs in big rooms occupied.
This is how
lonely is learned.
Again,
I told everyone
this fun sucked.
But the fact is there,
when the day was a shit
I was at my best…
articulate, pressed and starched,
my shadow in step,
counting beyond ten
without taking off my shoes, bam.
The feral cats stayed in the bushes.
Now,
who will eat the tripas?
And in real life what is survived?
Boredom is the switch.
Turn it on, close the book.
Your friends have left
the table and your
favorite song ended just as
the dog strutted out of the bathroom
after lapping water from the toilet.
Christopher Rubio-Goldsmith was born in Merida, Yucatan and taught English at Tucson High Magnet School for 28 years. Many years ago he earned a degree in creative writing from the University of Arizona. Some of his works have appeared in Amuse-Bouche (Lunch Ticket), Gigantic Sequins, the anthology America, We Call Your Name, and other publications too. His wife Kelly often helps edit his work, and he appreciates her support every day.
