Matthew Schmeer - Poetry

Saturday, 10 a.m.

by Matthew W. Schmeer

Lily pops a disco

flip & Jamar groans

out an easy ollie

& the Peterson's cat

gnaws a chipmunk

in the shrubbery

& inside

the boy's violin

shrieks & drowns

out his parents

fighting again

about roof repair &

dirty underwear

& somewhere his sister

watches Mean Girls

on Netflix one more

goddamn time,

popping out to yell

cut out that fucking screeching—

you're flat goddamn it flat!

& the boy keeps playing

because why not?

Whatever he's lost

has already gone

& Saturday stretches

before him, a longpipe

beckoning the grind.