I am going to die alone, surrounded by beautiful women.
I am being very specific when I say beautiful, I mean
a casting of the eye elsewhere, is that what I mean? Sure.
Beautiful women, beautiful, let’s forget me with each other.
One slept with me in order to “research a role.”
One sucked upon my earlobe on the tram back
to the Eeyore section of the Disneyland parking lot.
It is patriotic to hurt each other & I am through
with patriotism. From now on, only time
is to be shattered by the promises breaking
all over it. I was promised a girl & a garden.
I waited. I became something else. You should
have seen me. I was so beautiful. I was so
fucking beautiful no one saw.
Jeremy Radin is a poet, actor, playwright, teacher, and extremely amateur gardener. His poems have appeared (or are forthcoming) in Ploughshares, The Colorado Review, Crazyhorse, Gulf Coast, The Journal, and elsewhere. He is the author of two collections of poetry: Slow Dance with Sasquatch (Write Bloody Publishing, 2012) and Dear Sal (not a cult press, 2017). He was born and lives in Los Angeles where he earned his MFA in Eating Large Sandwiches at Brent’s Delicatessen. Follow him @germyradin