Erric Emerson is a poet residing in the westerlands of Philadelphia. He is a founding member of Duende literary journal. His work has appeared in Beautiful Losers, Crabfat, Five:2:one, Neon, Gingerbread House, The Black Napkin, Mead, and By&By, among other places.

Idling, As if a 1985 Toyota Tercel

Corner store loosies.
Now what?

Eat something
without regard for your sixties.
Yum.

A circled-hand on the wall slaves
away with One-Mississippi’s.

I turn on a documentary concerning
Neil deGrasse Tyson’s universe-view.

At what point do you become your father?