Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

Hades Tailgating — Jesse Dunstan

A friend of mine died singing Sinatra’s “My Way”. Didn’t look so autonomous to me; tubes exiting every orifice; more like a marionette, tangled up in his own strings. We work after midnight, my partner and I, when most debtors are asleep and unsuspecting. We get-around in a pale Ford Mustang, ‘PLEASE WASH ME’ written … Continue reading