cancun

By Tiffany Shull Peterson

cash only shared water bottles and teenage ego
he leans in she’s pulled away
peeling posters drooping dangling swaying

a noir fantasy filled with smoke and punk
bass
beats

coy smiles beneath too-black rimmed eyes
love drunk side stage yearning for a glance
sweat and noise and insecurity

average talent sings off-key as fists punch
the
air

boys will be boys and girls will go home
he looks at her she looks at you they look away
tears stain the highway on the late night ride

a spot called cancun at a midwest crossroads

cancun bar & restaurant – Ladd, Illinois

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