Friday the 13th Part 18
Jason Goes To Home Depot
Jason fingers the new gas-powered
chainsaws & the Chinese steel
hacksaws like new pornography.
He recalls how easy petals of flesh
would open, pollenating
the air with blood.
A young man
timidly approaches him, asks
May i help you
and Jason turns, and quietly notices
a silver cross on the boys shirt.
“Its for my brother.” The boy
acknowledges the stare. “He was
murdered seven years ago.” And Jason
gazes into the boys
eyes like a seer. Jason thinks:
I knew your brother! We spent
time together at the lake!
…I remember
those soft green eyes.
The way they’d
swell with surprise
at his body
being penetrated
with a machete. I was the last
to hold his head
in these hands.
Sometimes
I can still hear his screams,
remember
the way his hair,
slick
with sweat, felt in my
fingers. “I’m just looking
around,” Jason says. “My wife
won’t let me buy another
power tool.”
The boy nods,
says:
“Let me know if you
have any questions.” And
Jason can’t think of any.
–j cagney 2013
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I wrote a series of poems all fake sequels to the Friday the 13th movies. In my series, Jason figures he’d marry the last girl who got away… and he does. And she likes his shyness, and he takes speech therapy out of love.
The Dirty Rat 