"Tentacle Porn Blues"
by Nathaniel Duggan


I want out

of the unpaid internship

of the hole in my heart.

My body can do so little,

it is just a ratio

of salt and water,

a beach house party

no one invited me to.

Still I can’t complain

when Tom Cruise

is the last samurai

dying of thirst

outside a strip mall.

By the time 

my day off arrives

the city is bombed,

the endless war is over,

and I am gratefully

the only one left

to be shushed 

and shipwrecked

by used Honda dealers.