Nobody plays in firehydrant fountains but Tegs Turpin

POEM BY AMY WRIGHT


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If she wants to go to Paris last minute, Tegs calls Margie
to cover her shift and hops on Dunk Johnson’s motorcycle.
 They’re unstoppable
before envious policemen set their lights rolling. “Eeeerraaaaaoowwwg!”

Gawdawful demons gobble circus peanuts and peanut brittle
and glamorously skinny cigarettes, canceling input
with Japanese headphones. “Uyhuuunnnnnbbbb,” coppers babble.

They pretend to have beach front property.
They sell it, move to Lincoln, to Omaha, to Normal.
Tegs can be happy anywhere. When things don’t go her way,
the universe — the only thing more powerful than an NSR500 — 
can do it without them.


The 2016 Luminaire Award for Best Poetry
FINALIST

We are pleased to announce this poem as a Notable Mention for The 2016 Luminaire Award for Best Poetry, honoring the independent press’ best poems of the year. The winners are selected by an external panel that judges all pieces blindly and selects the full list of 12 finalists from hundreds of entries. Alternating Current does not determine the final outcome for the judging; the external judges’ decisions are final.


AMY WRIGHT is the author of two poetry collections and five chapbooks. Her work has appeared in Kenyon Review, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, DIAGRAM, Tupelo Quarterly, and Brevity. Find her online at awrightawright.com.