2007 – Dan Nowak – Drunk Dial as the Sun…

Poetry selection from the 2007 issue

Drunk Dial as the Sun Rises Over an Empty Bottle of Vodka in a Cheap Hotel in Tampa

by Dan Nowak

I wish I could call every woman I know

but I forgot the number

and even part of the message,

but it’s something like I love you

and wish I could be there when you turn into stars,

or maybe it was make you my scar.

I forget

but my guide book in rape

cultures tells me I’m being a positive example

of femininity. I dress

like a man, talk with abandon

and kiss like a confused lesbian.

So I’ve misplaced my phone,

that phallus of technology

I think I was supposed to say

Feliz Navidad,

but if you get this in April

it makes no money.                                               Where the hell is my wallet?

Now I know

to pay for my messages before dialing.

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