“Lukewarm”

This poem was originally published on The Pittsburgher’s predecessor, The Dog Door Cultural.

No man

is allowed exemption from

cashing in on his

rewards punch card for

a few self-foreman’ed freebie

go-aheads to give

dry straight blade shaves to

prepubescent testicles

for being

patronizing and awful

intermittently

but a

throwaway

retrospective response

of this

heinous shit

is

not enough

the doufessness in bringing a

lukewarm damp towel

hours after the fact

to clean up a puddle of

sperm and blood

leaking out of

rotten refrigerated

bell pepper bodies

mumbling

Whoops

Huh

Wonder how that happened

Well

I guess we’ll get ‘em

NEXT time, buddy boyz!! ▲

Spencer Mirabal is a poet and filmmaker based in Austin, Texas. Other semi-artistic activities include meticulously curating seasonal Spotify playlists for his rabid 92 followers and tirelessly adjusting his fantasy basketball lineup.