BYOCP (Bring Your Own Chicken Parm)

The aqua green and dirty white tiles
in the handicap stall with the carved up walls
of the nondescript south Florida cinema…

I’m used to this view as I peed three times
during a showing of One Battle After Another
on the evening of Indigenous Peoples Day.

I used to do coke in bathrooms like this
but now I make sure to wash my hands
and hold my breath back to the theater.

Luck lingers like popcorn fingers,
but I go about this a bit different,
and instantly the place smells of garlic.

I once snuck in a shrimp cocktail,
a forty and a gram of blow,
but today I just bring my own chick parm sub.

It's a double feature:
The sheep detectives was a surprise
Devil Wears Prada 2 was decent.

I still have cancer
and I could've used
more Hugh Jackman.