We all got the programs
When we were in our seats,
Glossed them,
The faceless corporate nothingness,
The ladies who don’t mean anything
With fake tans and the
Spatial abyss between
Noblesville and the city and
It was another underdog night
When I set out darker than black
For a cheap good time
And found you writhing
Like a new breed of dog,
When I was intimidated to make eye contact
With the high schooler working the seafood counter at Kroger
With an unbuttoned jacket exposing a Misfits shirt,
When I knew to be nice to the autistic grocery bagger
Because I just knew the world needed more of that
And I knew it was my purpose
And I laughed at finding my purpose in Carmel
And I swear I saw my dry spell obliterated in Muldoon’s
Until I looked at the lady’s epidermal ease
Like a little girl, seeing
What they need from us
In this suburban town where
I knew what I was trying to do
But didn’t know what I’d find.