“59 O’clock” by Drew Marshall

The first day of Spring
When the thoughts
Of a late middle aged man
Turn to folly


A young lady walks
Several feet in front of me
With jeans
Painted on to her bulging butt


I’m on my way to the dentist
Tomorrow, a relative’s funeral
It’s not the first time
I witness a mother burying her son


Later that night, I am told
My neighbor’s daughter is dead
She died in a car accident
While upstate on vacation


My fears are irrelevant


It’s been years, if not decades
Since I have been this focused


The ass had faded


Only death is forever







Drew Marshall works as a Program Assistant in the mental health field. He has also worked as a Benefit Analyst and litigation paralegal. He enjoys practicing guitar and snorting vanilla scented candles.