Janeth Aparicio


The cars looked like ants,
Scattering across the lot,
To their assigned spots,
Dutifully, like soldiers.

I was too tired,
And apathetic,
To call
Out-of-state license plates.

I closed my eyes to try
To hear every single sound,
Even the sound of silence,
Without much success.

I looked up at the exit sign
Amidst talk
Of the acne scar on my forehead,
And all I could think of was
REDRUM from The Shining,
Which is great in book version too,
And how Bobby in Carrie
Is going to be a murderer.


I think I would rather
Have sex
With you
Than let you
Read this