Poems by Nate Pritts
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all poems from the chapbook HELLBENT
from Lazy Frog Press bullpen@lazyfrogpress.com |
Sometimes I wonder Whatever happened to the people I used to know & don't anymore. But notice I was careful to use that word sometimes - only sometimes I wonder - because I want it made clear that I have other things on my mind, that I'm curious but not overwhelmingly so. Though, really, everyday I find myself wondering whatever happened to all those kids who sat behind me or next to me or in front of me in all those classes over all those years & I wonder whatever happened to all the people I've worked with at all the different jobs I've worked & I'm thinking now most particularly of the guys who worked with me at the warehouse, graveyard shift, all of us not necessarily dissatisfied but certainly forced to come to terms with what we never thought would be our lives & hellbent on bluffing through. Early mornings we'd leave out the back way & see our breath just hanging in front of us. Can a person become too aware of what it takes to keep themselves alive? Footprints in early snow dust reminded us we weren't getting away easy. Most nights we'd drink until dawn & stare straight up to see who'd look away first & then to see who'd be the first to look back. |
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