Tuesday, January 10, 2023

Poem of the Day 01.10.23

alvin

alvin
is either twenty-five or thirty

but he’s small, a little mental and baby-faced
so he hangs out with the kids

when people find out his age
they always say,

oh, i thought he was much younger than that

alvin is harmless,
people like to say

last week a part-time employee
caught alvin with his hands down his pants

jacking off to japanese animation films

usually he just stares at the screen
laughing at whatever he’s watching

like large bursts of laughter
demented, slapping the keyboard laughter

the other adults here
complain to me about him

shouldn’t he be on the kids computers? they say

but i ignore them
because i can’t stand the sight of these people
after working here for so many years

it’s rumored alvin takes karate
that’s he’s a black belt

a guy like alvin
should know how to defend himself

he’s often in here
with cuts on his hands
and bruises on his face

from who know where

they say alvin takes karate
but that he fights against little kids

i wonder if his sansei and the other kid’s parents
know that alvin is twenty-five or thirty

instead of the eleven or twelve he looks

some nights when i’m stuck here at the job
i think about alvin doing karate against kids

punching them and kicking them
tossing children violently on the mat

while their dumb parents sit there applauding the effort

then i start laughing

i’ve always been of the opinion
that everyone should get to punch
a twelve-year-old boy in the face

at least once in their life

i’m laughing
alvin is at his computer laughing

the sour-faced adults
who get up to complain
can only look helplessly
between the two of us

and in those moments
it’s like everything is right with the world

alvin sitting there laughing
not thinking about his sad, pathetic existence

me sitting here laughing

and, for at least a second,
not at all thinking about mine.


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