PUNK POETRY: Sleepover by Morgan Boyer

Sleepover 

Lights off & wink at me next 

To the 1996 fax machine, 

Watch my comedic fall onto

A sea of fibers woven into circles, 

Our 3:31am game of mafia 

Has just concluded

As I listen to you read off 

Christian-approved questions, 

I recall the way the cookie layer

Of the DQ birthday cake 

Dripped down your lower lips 

While coated in melted vanilla soft serve

Years after your newly-divorced mother

picked you up in her Subaru minivan, 

And you flew off to the West Coast 

To become a militant vegan, I still recall

The nights we laid in plastic bags 

As the dawn of change drew near 

--Morgan Boyer