Fountain Of Youth by Frank Reardon

I shit with the door open now;
read shampoo bottles, and the history
of the Q-tip from the box
when she shouts “everything
going well in there?”

I don’t answer. “You know
you have that colonoscopy tomorrow?”

I ignore her, finish my business
and wipe. “Doctor said your ass
needs to be cleaned out for tomorrow.”
I haven’t completed a sentence
in two years, only endless grunts
wrapped in dreams of fishing
and hunting.

I sit on the couch in my boxers
and unbuttoned shirt; hairy
and scarred; forty years
worth of mileage for all the world
to see.

I look at the books I don’t want to read.
Ignore the pens I’ve grown to hate,
instead I opt to look out the window
and scratch my nuts like an ape.
“It smells in here,” she says.
“What died in you?”
The truth, finally.

frank-reardon
Frank Reardon was born in 1974 in Boston, Massachusetts, and currently lives in Minot, North Dakota. Frank has published poetry and short stories in many reviews, journals and online zines. His first poetry collection, Interstate Chokehold, was published by NeoPoiesis Press in 2009 as well as his second poetry collection Nirvana Haymaker in 2012. His third poetry collection Blood Music was published by Punk Hostage Press in 2013. In 2014 Reardon published a chapbook with Dog On A Chain Press titled The Broken Halo Blues. Frank is currently working on more short fiction.
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