-from Neil Young’s “My My, Hey Hey (Out Of The Blue)”
The kids were killing themselves that summer.
Parents were pointing every direction
but inwards. The ceiling, I remember,
was peeling salmon-colored flakes above our heads.
Dogs whistled in the night when we walked past.
We closed our eyes on couches.
We closed our eyes in fields.
Smoked weed out of apples, then ate the apples.
Counted the sneakers tied to telephone wires,
and guessed who they belonged to.
Everything was in place but our lives.
Everything whole except our homes.
Header photograph © Sue Michael.
Josh Joseph is a poet, writer, and returning student finishing up a Bachelor of Science Degree in Nutrition. Josh enjoys the finer things in life, e.g., Pilot pens, reruns of The Office, and vegan pizza. He lives in Pennsylvania where he tries to find a balance between the arts and sciences.