The Argument
by Jay Passer
They’ve been at it for years,
my unborn sisters
who didn’t make it,
who roomed before me
in the hotel of the womb
with penthouse views
and oceanside access.
With a view of the earth
from the moon
mere astronomers
only dream about.
But there’s a rift going on
they can’t seem to resolve
about who gets control
of my body once I’ve gone.
I try to interfere
with a word in edgewise
offering the idea that it’s really a moot point
but they ignore me.
I don’t know why I bother.
Neither one ever breathed air in the first place,
conceived yet stillborn.
By the time it was my turn
the Taj Mahal had downsized to a Motel 6
off an I-5 exit
across from the 76 station
and a KFC.
Fresno? Bakersfield?
The argument resumes;
Shakespeare?
Coco Chanel?
I finally get their attention
vis à vis with Russian Roulette.
They don’t need to know
I’m short of ammo.
I suggest asking Mother dear
what she thinks about it.
After all, they must dwell in a similar realm.
Mom proves a quick study
in resurrection:
Silly girls!
That boy would sooner
refuse the Pulitzer
than spit his soul into a petri dish!
End of conversation.
Thanks Mom,
for quieting the crowd at last.
You make a damn good referee.
If ghosts had lips I’d buy you a whistle.
PAINTING: Motel, Route 66 by John Register (1991).
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: The poetry of Jay Passer first appeared in Caliban magazine, alongside the work of William S. Burroughs, Maxine Hong Kingston, and Wanda Coleman, in 1988. Since then, Passer’s literary output has graced several anthologies and numerous print and online publications worldwide. He is the author of 14 collections of poetry and prose, and his first novel, Squirrel, appeared in 2022. His most recent work can be found in Don’t Submit!, Five Fleas, Fixator Press, Otoliths, Horror Sleaze Trash, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Piker Press, Poetry Super Highway, and Urban Pigs Press. A lifetime plebeian, Passer has labored as dishwasher, soda jerk, barista, pizza cook, housepainter, courier, warehouseman, bookseller, news butcher, and mortician’s apprentice. A native of San Francisco, he currently resides in Venice, California, with a legion of imaginary cats and some very real houseplants. His latest collection of poems, Son of Alcatraz, was released in February of 2024 by Alien Buddha Press, and is currently available on Amazon.
PHOTO: The author with his mother, Rose (1984).