WUSSY is proud to present poetry by Atlanta writer, Adriane Quinlan.
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The winter of watching too much basketball
I am writing you
a love letter
from the lobby
of the bad motel
as I wait for a call
for my car to be fixed
or not fixed
and Ming is gchatting me
about her boyfriend
who wrote her an e-mail
that may or may not be manipulative
but we think it’s not.
An e-mail that references the “winter
when he was watching too much basketball.”
Dinner party with a pet pig
She was the poet of wounding
Her pill prescription
You sat listening
From across the chili-streaked countertop
And I wondered
What does he tolerate in me
Where have I also been wounded
I’m the only person left alive
Who gets really excited
About tiki torches.
It has to do with my childhood
In Los Angeles
Where there is – or was – a place
Maybe called the ‘Tiki Room’
Where animatronic birds
Sing to you. And later
When we moved away
The Rainforest Cafe had something
The same or maybe different. It’s the
Simulacra I remember. Not the real thing
like how New Orleans to me
is the same as the Mark Twain ride
or reminds me of Guangzhou, China
where there is also a river, also spanish moss.
Whatever we see first we always see.
Across the fire of the tiki torch
I remembered the first time I saw you
the first time you lit a flame.
Adriane Quinlan is a writer and journalist based in Atlanta. Her work is collected here.
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