Stepping Stones Magazines is publishing my poem “Sunday Nights on AMC.” It’s about watching Mad Men and Lost. Probably a little more than that, too. Really excited to have my first poem published!
Edit – January 2018: Stepping Stones Magazines is no longer active, so I’m reuploading the poem here. Thanks to them for the original publication.
Sunday Nights on AMC
It was a relationship built on lives
that weren’t real.
I could count the minutes we didn’t speak
over the television.
Those minutes became a part of me.
Somewhere I’d like to think that island exists.
That someone will wake up to find that everything was one gigantic dream,
and we’ll stop existing then and there.
Maybe somewhere there is some sideswiping afterlife,
some great cathedral.
the sheets are rolled down and the television on.
I’m drinking tap water, watching whatever is programmed for Sunday nights on AMC.
Someday I’ll learn to love something real.
Until then, I’ll live 22,
43 minutes at a time.