Florida by Jon Berger

Photo - Thomas Hawk



Florida

Spring Break
Beaches and girls
Blah blah blah

We partied in a taco bell

The Russians started it.
They worked an oil rig.
The only human beings
we met down there.
dancing
With the employees behind
The counter.

The cops came
More for them than us
We ran into the streets and
Jumped into a taxi
Throwing money at him.

The driver took a back alley
And seemed to not
Like cops as much
As us
And then
side swiped a van
Taking off its back bumper

It was a great joke
We all had a good laugh

He kept driving
But faster.

He was angry but didn’t speak English
Pointing at the funny front end of his
Taxi,
which was smoking.
Then
We transformed into the only little things we knew
Which was that
We grew up with guys
who got killed in war in a country that
he might’ve been from

Kicked out by a pier
We found a hotel party
Full of people with tribal tattoos
that wanted to

Drull the world
Over.

Until morning bright domed
Like we lit the sun on fire.
Over that lesser peninsula
On the rippling blue sea

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Bio: Jon Berger lives in Saginaw, Michigan. His work has appeared in Five 2 One Magazine, Jellyfish Review, The New Engagement, fluland mag, The Bitchin’ Kitsch and Oddball Magazine.