the girls went out dancing
and we stayed home to play xbox
so everyone got what they wanted
yet i knew something was wrong
when i shot an alien from behind
and my mind gushed with images
of her surrounded by smelly
boys with breath so close to her
body swaying and music rattling
stomach acid gurgling
alien blood everywhere and me
in the open, watching it happen,
distracted just long enough.

video games, relationships, dancing, partying, mistake

About Rob Taylor

Rob Taylor edits poetry for the Fez. He lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. In addition to his work with the Fez, Rob runs One Ghana, One Voice, Ghana's first online poetry magazine. He has published two chapbooks, Child of Saturday and splattered earth. He sometimes posts new poems on his website or his blog, spread it like a roll of nickels. In his free time, Rob is a back-up Power Forward for the Chinese National Basketball Team.

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I hated Mr. Thursday. I wanted to break through the window when he hit her and snap his neck. I probably could now.