This Poem is about a Small Town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and a College I Hated in Massachusetts

Ron Riekki

I lit a basketball on fire and rolled it into the gym.
In divinity school, they sure the hell talked about sex
a lot. They’d see penises in their coffee. I wanted to punch
half the class in the face. It reminded me of high
school when all the pot-heads used to stand on the corner


and smoke cigarettes. All the jocks would be on the bus
not playing any sports. Nobody ever does what they want.
We all end up with feet like pancakes. Our necks turn
into failed cyborg parts that no longer turn. I wish
I’d have lit the gym on fire and saved the basketball.




Nonfiction
Poetry
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