Jack tv on channel 33
Pizza Hut days and watching Marge wrestle the monorail when men who took over our nights were still finding a start. Mad TV with the sound turned down so Lolo wouldn’t wake from well-deserved one-AM lulls, when hacking slowed to coarse breath and the strange shows that were supposed to be shut off left in-jokes worth laughing about that only the kids under this roof would find worth in remembering. Leaving the sala bare, with no cause, except keeping the home office company while mama talked to Tito Lito from New Jersey
about visiting next summer. When three months became a blur except for the rodeo in St. Helens, where the old lady talked about a clover leaf under horse trots and the stupid-big Jenga pieces fell on a guy who majored in civil engineering. Mentioned playing Pokemon and changing numbers. Meant exchanging. Kept pretty far away after since that shit’s kind of suspect but whatever seemed pretty chill still. Keeping appearances. Keeping in touch like an uncle who only comes every other Christmas. The ease of knowing a waning comfort, watching Letterman before rain cuts the lights out.
About the Author
Poch Saldana is a 23-year-old, non-binary sociology student from the Philippines who currently resides in drizzly Portland, OR! When they’re not working on a new writing project, Poch often spends their time learning about the culture and importance of “play” in our modern world.