CAUGHT RED-HEADED AT THE FRONT DESK
CAUGHT RED-HEADED AT THE FRONT DESK
by Nicole Kuwik
Caught red-handed at the front desk,
we stuff our pockets with bananas, and make a break
for the coast.
We’ve been walking the streets in uneven boots for so long,
that we really don’t know the difference between
making out with military volunteers
and just watching TV.
At the end of the day,
it’s all coffee in airports anyway.
Listen, I don’t care for orange juice or responses, and
would prefer if you’d stay
in the freezer, where you’ve been stationed,
until further notice.
Non-negotiable terms have been written on
the up and up,
but, as with most things,
this engagement is subject
to change at any time.
Don’t talk to me about merit and brunettes,
All I want is your rum and your
fingernails.
Seems like robbing the refrigerator but also holding someone hostage (emotionally?) while being caught up in reality TV. Surrealistic social criticism. I like the insertions of reality: stanzas 3 and 5.