Netflix at Room Temperature
Without Chill, one’s just watching movies
solo dolo, picture-stories that may uplift
or lack an overall effect. The pleasure then
is snacks. Without a warm body,
sole control of the remote is the apex benefit.
Cold comfort to the detached or the socially
un-jacked-in who respectively won’t or can’t
raise a companion who’ll land in spooning position,
start with upright intentions then miss
the rising action of the film.
The Carnie at the Switch
It’s day three paroled with Jackson Prison fading
into a bad memory. I see hardscrabble alcoholics
set up the carnival downtown. My people.
Made my own fruit liquor in lockup.
Find the boss-man. I tell him,
“I can Tilt-o-whirl like a motherfucker.
What’s the meal plan?”
He says, “Quit swearing. No drugs.
Don’t flirt with the women.”
About the contributors: Todd Mercer was nominated for Best of the Net in 2018. Mercer won 1st, 2nd & 3rd place of the Kent County Dyer-Ives Poetry Prizes and the won Grand Rapids Festival Flash Fiction Prize. His chapbook Life-wish Maintenance is posted at Right Hand Pointing. Recent work appears in: Down in the Dirt, The Drabble, Praxis and Softblow.