The Great San Bernardino Pitch Party
“I’m interested in feminist oratory,” we think
Jess should say
“Specifically that.”
Yellow-breasted engine sounds on the
Joshua tree
Joshua tree mid-shimmy
I think every bird is mad
at me. Does that make me
an alcoholic?
Let’s take a break, after
the great San Bernardino sculpture party
sparkling toilet pieces lay tiled into
the pavilion,
silver flushers too.
TV piles. I am
uneasy. So what?
No match for the always sand and always
Air. I find a pair of leather pants
Hanging in a hut & touch them.
Definitely not leather.
I can see the sunscreen on your face
not rubbed in,
rivulets wet
the under-chin. Let’s get this next pitch
right, guys,
decades left of percolation.
Copyright Credit: Callie Garnett, "The Great San Bernardino Pitch Party." Copyright © 2019 by Callie Garnett. Used by permission of the author for PoetryNow.
Source: PoetryNow (2019)