Kevin Ridgeway

Kevin Ridgeway is a writer and poet based in Southern California, where he resides in a shady bungalow with girlfriend and their one-eyed cat. Recent and forthcoming work can be read in Haggard & Halloo, Breadcrumb Scabs, Red Fez, Underground Voices, The Beatnik and The Orange Room Review.

Food Banking

Watch your step as you
cross the cratered strip mall
asphalt to the end of the line,
you could crush one of
somebody’s thirteen
children

Be patient, I know
the other jobless,
flea-bitten and
ravaged slum
suburbanites
speak in funk
rat-a-tat-tat
their languages
adding needed
flavor to their
dried tongues

I know, some gruff
roly poly woman
in an extra large
Tweetie bird t-shirt
stepped on your
foot while talking
on her cell phone,
balancing a baby,
and smoking
a cigarette,
its long neglected
ash falling onto
your favorite
thrift shop
cargo shorts.

You’re almost done,
hand in your laminated
poverty card and sign in,
acting as mentally unstable
and unemployable as possible
smile when they give you
the flier for free testicular
cancer check-ups at
St. Francis Church.

Flirt with the pretty
pastor’s daughter
volunteering here
as she hands you your
bag of bologna
and spaghetti-o’s
she just might think
you’re just a poor
poet dressed
like a failed
hipster
community
college dropout.

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One Response to Kevin Ridgeway

  1. Jack Hodil says:

    Love it. Wondeful work, Kevin.

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