You want to know what kind of week it’s been?
My boyfriend left me for a tramp.
Who’s beneath him.
Literally.
My best friend borrowed $20 from me,
and gave it to her best friend.
My grades are so low at the community college,
I need a crane to lift them up.
My mother has filed for separation papers – from me!
And the apartment building where I live is so old
the rats wear running shoes,
But when I surf,
when I surf,
when I surf,
my real life slips under the water,
as I grip the top of the board
to float above my pain.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME