FOUR POEMS by SHONTAY LUNA
One Seagull
I don’t know
whether seagulls are lost,
or are instead,
a flock of geniuses.
They were doing their
usual aerial dance above a
parking lot. Wings fully
arched that dipped
gracefully over and under
each other. Afterwards
they pranced on the ground
in proud, exclusive circles.
All but for one.
That walked toward
an open driver’s car door.
With an empty seat
and the engine running.
Bunch of Wild Women
the audio full of screech and yell
voices of tight
attire. The smell
of tv ratings boosting the yell
of spandex-laden clothes that tell
too much and spell
too little but yell
on through ignorance too tight.
Father Quizane
I never knew my father.
Did you know him well?
You kill him?
How I Feel About Jogging
I'm not crazy about it,
but I'll do it.
Just pay me well.
One million dollars;
in fifteen minute installments.
I'd have to be paid well.
Because all this,
shouldn't jiggle for free.
When it happens,
the Earth quakes and
all is immersed in
movement.
Oh, wait a minute.
That's just me.
I see the "pros"
in any random moment
in any session.
Focused on the sidewalk
ahead and thin.
And I overcome the urge
to smack the hell out of them. Then give
them a sandwich and a ride.
Shontay Luna has been a pizza parlor phone clerk, a Peruvian jewelry stand owner, an event server and concessionaire, among other things. She resides in her hometown, the place that is ‘everyone’s kind of town’ and the home of deep-dish pizza. She’s the author of three books—the most recent being “To James & Sarah with Love—Poetry Based on Slang of 1920s through 1940s”—with work also appearing in The Literary Nest, Silver Birch Press’s “Wearing the Mask” series, and Full House Literary Magazine, among others. Work forthcoming in the Tallgrass Writers Guild “Play” anthology, Sweety Cat Press’s “Beautiful: In the Eye of the Beholder,” and Olney Magazine.