This is the Night
chain-link fence and parking lot
with three battered cars
in oil-slicked puddles
misery sealed in a bottle
recycled over-used
tipped and drained past midnight
when screw-you gets
slammed gut and dirty shroud
behind the final yell
thump on bone
loaded into the dumpster
emptied with bleeding
over that chain-link fence
~ Joanna M. Weston
Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty five years. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, A Summer Father, published by Frontenac House of Calgary.
Read more of Joanna Weston’s poetry:
- An Old Song
- She Played Banjo
- A Handful of Sand
- Night Light
Joanna Weston deftly captures the seemingly uncapturable horror of life on and under our streets. Careful and terrifying.