Graphic Tees Will Never Go Out of Style

a Saturday morning (previously unpublished) poem (so, like regular—but different).

Author’s Note:

In honor of actually taking a break this week here is a NEW poem that I had happened to write after a Tuesday evening creative meet-up with the fine folks at Ambrosia Art Salon, shout-out if you’re reading.

It is perfect because it is particularly indicative of neither break, nor rest, but more that I write poems regardless of my other plans for the day. And that it is often a place to put ideas that will press against the glass of my head, like an impatient ‘guest’ inevitably waiting for me to open the door to the bar at noon. While the door is still closed at 11:45am. WE OPEN AT NOON.

There’s usually a phone call placed if not acknowledged. I try to avoid the calls coming from inside the house if I can.

Anywhooo, the editor isn’t in today. I left poop on her desk. Felt right. (If this is your first time here, the editor is also me. So, don’t get excited about an uprising.)

Enjoy.

Haley Grubor; @pragfu.press

there is something really special 
about finding a t-shirt in the wild
with the exact characters
and phrases
that your brain
also thought of

and put together
with care or absurdity;
placed irony,
meaning, and perspective
to all the hidden parts

we wish would lay bare
more readily than the secrets 
we keep from ourselves... 
we are not all so complex

that someone else cannot share 
in the same joke, or grasp at
the identity we most crave;

I can't be the only one
that feels this lonely,

right?