Long Term
& how many more
morning lunches Wendy’s
parking lot overlooking another
lot empty every day but for one
cop in a corner waiting
for anything to happen & nothing
does & grows til this blue cave in
my chest becomes me
like a tight cut & button-down
sharp as backyard sky
hooks no net no hoop
cracked backboard & anyway
a brick little bounce
of gnats in a chain
link web I’m so tired
of being this busted
party I can’t even cry
to “Purple Rain” now
who the fuck says that
Tim Lynch
Tim Lynch's poems appear or are forthcoming in The Collagist, Vinyl, bedfellows & more. His interviews with poets appear in Tell Tell Poetry & The Adroit Journal. He earned his MFA from Rutgers-Camden. Say hello @timlynchthatsit.