This Year Will Be The Year That Counts

It snowed all night and all morning and then it stopped.
It waited at the light and then the light turned green
but it realized it was going to be really late for the show
and it felt nervous and turned around and drove home.
That’s how the sun came out at noon today. And then
my cell phone vibrated, and you told me over the phone
that once when you were eleven you stuffed your cat
underneath your t-shirt and pretended that you were
a large-breasted woman about to step up and compete
on The Price is Right. And you said to keep it a secret
and I said no, and when I hung up I told Sam and then
we played Grand Theft Auto and chainsawed the cops.

by Steve Subrizi

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