A.M. Feathers grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania where he lives today. He earned his B.A. in Creative Writing and Theatre at Penn State University and has found it to be a lovely conversation piece. He pays the bills via beer hawking at professional athletic and concert venues. His poems have been featured in the Burningword Literary Journal, Turbulence Magazine, the Copperfield Review, and others.
Texts with Friends
To: Carmen, 11:18 a.m., Wednesday, 4/9/14
Miss you out there in Utah, man.
I gotta tell ya, it’s pretty weird.
It’s the best weather we’ve had
yet this year in the Burgh. I’m
at work now, dickin’ around,
singin’ some My Morning Jacket.
You Wanna Freak Out?
Concert season is looming,
I’m gonna go get a case
of Lionshead. If you wanna
get in on it, I’ll meetcha
dahn Stage AE in 30 minutes
my light blue t-shirt,
soft like winter flannel bedding,
with navy blue block letters
reads Siesta Key,
& when people ask me
how i like it i say, mmm...
it’s so soft,
& when they say no
they meant Siesta Key
i say oh…
who the hell knows?
i’ve never been there.
i got this at a Goodwill
in Virginia Beach.
They laugh, & it makes me
want to find Siesta Key
on the map because,
like a lot of other things,
i’m not sure if it really exists
or is just written on something
that gets thinner after every wash
Part II, Texts with Friends
To: Nick, 11:11 a.m. Saturday, 3/22/14,
On my new ’81 Ford Granada
she runs just like a dream…
often very strange,
but mostly pleasant, unobtrusive
and rarely scary enough
to make me think
I should start coughing up
the money for a tune up
and high octane gasoline.
early one drunken morning,
in an eat n’ park diner men’s room,
a pittsburgh post-gazette enlightened me
on a new toilet that opens, closes itself
& bidets with such tenderness it’s worth
the fifteen dehydrated sons & daughters
standing in puddles of their own feces
overseas putting it all together for us—
amazing where you can get news now—
& while i continue to relieve myself,
remembering the girls waiting back
at my table, sipping their milkshakes
& bobbing their heads to the tune
of another online pop sensation echoing
off these yellowed tiles; the pool of urine
around my own feet, tepidly reminds me
how advanced we are
Part III, Texts with Friends
To: Nella, 4:18 a.m., Friday, 3/21/14
Wanna cum over nd drnk some wine and beer?