by Mark Danowsky
Eventually, you have to stop comparing
yourself to yourself
when you were younger.
Tastes change. Admit it.
Marijuana and Kraftwerk
no longer equal an afternoon
well-spent. Years earlier,
cheese puffs and gummy worms
like butterscotch krimpets and Mountain Dew
were monumental discoveries.
Out of town for work
we purchased local kettle chips
from a gas station by the motel
and I felt deviant
because they contained Trans Fats.
Bio: Mark Danowsky’s poetry has appeared in Apiary, Mobius, Red River Review, Right Hand Pointing, Shot Glass Journal, Word Soup, and other journals. Mark lives in a van down by the Susquehanna River. He works for a private detective agency and is assistant copy editor for the Schuylkill Valley Journal.