pit party

By Jonathan Focht

Pit Party (in the back), digital illustration, boy Roland

we said we wouldn’t but here we are

dippin’ into the trailer stash!

chemical fantastic, another thing elevating

the eleven-foot bonfire, fueled by love

and organic yogurt tubs, stoked as Gus

by his poetry’s potential, awaiting a grant,

tracking the moon gathering sulfur

on his knees, honey in his heart,

cherishing his daughter’s brief life—

then Randy charges in like a hip check hunt!

dill pickle chip crumbs riddle his half-mustache

as flakes of borealis glitter the upward

and understanding becomes so much more

as Bobo approaches, palms full of sun