by Dale Goodson
the kitchen was quiet
at peace
then a plate lost its place
fell against a bowl in the dish rack
the sudden bang
was deafening
frightened me
I broke out in a cold sweat
gravity
can’t do nuthin’ about it
but still-
I took a deep breath
righted the plate
leaned on the counter
THEN THIS NOISE:
one hundred million spent in Iowa
one hundred million
by men and women running for office
made me want to jump off a tower
stop, I thought
stop
but they can’t
won’t
in Iowa
or anywhere else
the plate fell again
had to
it’s a universal law
more harsh racket
but at five dollars per
a feeble challenge
Dale Goodson is a writer from Seattle currently living in New York City and working as a homeless outreach worker in Times Square. He recently created his own website: dalegoodson.com.
