Parking Lot Paint

The car’s cubicle. They are the most self-indulgent
strips of yellow I’ve ever seen.

In between the last two coats of fresh
paint I had seven haircuts.

Fescue and clover, battered by
tires, wave.

The newest coat looks more orange
than usual.

On the happiest days I wonder if I’ll outlive
my parking space.

Jeremy Jusek is a student in the University of Arcadia’s MFA Poetry program (Spring ’15). He is a recipient of the Red Ribbon Residency Prize and his work has been recently featured in The Rusty Nail and other publications.

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