I have been battling bronchitis for the past week, so I am dashing off a quick post featuring a poem I wrote about going to the movies. This poem is available in my second book, Event Horizon.
At the Movies The screen flickers off, and the house lights come up. For two hours, we’ve watched chiseled bodies trade punches, shoot their way through urban gauntlets, and leap to safety amid a slow rain of flame and broken glass; chiseled bodies giving it all for world-saving purpose, of which we are ticket holding spectators. Then we file out: chubby kids, a woman with downcast eyes, a gray-haired man who misses a step, and all manner of souls tossing empty bags, hollow wrappers, and drained cups into the garbage can as we exit.