big boss

by Kevin Richard White

Thought for sure would have been Dead Mother, looking over me with sunken visage mired in old love - thought for sure it would have been Deadbeat Dad, looking down at me with his sawed-off shotgun and his beady little eyes, wondering where I was when the cops came to get him - but as it turns out, as I'm sitting in the car looking at the edge of some gnarled condemned woods, with the moon locked in and the stars hovering, raining their so-called praise down on me, I realize the big boss, really, out of all this, isn't myself, I won't say that - it won’t be drink or love or anything like that - is the child that I’m waiting to have and keep delaying, you can select the reasons from the box in front of you - the voice calling out, saying, please fuck Mom, please fuck her, because I’m waiting to help you in everything you need help with, I want to be your shield and guide, and when I go to drive or move to try to find anchor, she just turns into unbreakable white snow ahead, and I’m afraid of skidding.

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BIO: Kevin Richard White is unfortunately the EIC of Citywide Lunch. He has been published in many places. He lives in Philadelphia. You can find him on Twitter @AsILayStressed