How I Lost My Summer Job by Howie Good

On the flat, treeless outskirts of Sherwood Forest Fun Park, adults and children wait in an endless line under a stinging sun to board the small shuttle bus. I collect signatures, hyperventilate, discover what it’s like to be a thing, and, in-between my assigned tasks, smoke weed. Some higher-up would probably declare this an emergency. There are voices within hands, answers without questions. The word I enter in the search engine isn’t in the dictionary. And so the day transforms, as all workdays should, with the slow-motion advent of white puffy clouds, an orchestra of swans.

Howie Good

Howie Good is the recipient of the 2015 Press Americana Prize for Poetry for his collection “Dangerous Acts Starring Unstable Elements”.


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