About living in vegas...
for the first three weeks,
we lived in a week to week
it was-how shall I say,

if you hear screaming, do not come running.
happen to have a phone?
call 911.
rooms don't come equipped.
good luck finding a pay phone
with receiver still attached.

there was a pool though,
there is not a hotel/motel/condo/shack
rental of any kind
in vegas that does not have a pool.
I think it's the law.
and, yes.
it had water.
and, it was clean.
during the morning hours,
when the bulk of the undesirable-types
were sleeping it off
or still kickin' it, but so fucked,
they couldn't be of any real harm,
I went swimmin'.
it was bliss.

I don't care what anyone says
about dry heat.
115 degrees
is 115 degrees.
you sweat your ass off.
it just evaporates so fast,
it doesn't have time to collect.
thank god for 7-11 and the big gulp.
if it wasn't for the pool,
7-11 and their big gulp,
99cent shrimp cocktails down on fremont st.,
free spaghetti dinners
from that trashy casino
with the penny slots,
I never would have made it
that first three weeks.
I never would have hocked
everything that I owned to stay on.
my small-town butt would have taken
the first bus back to Hicksville.

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About Michele McDannold

Michele McDannold was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for about five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature Press. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. She lives in a place called the Jhole and does various odd jobs like keeping...read more the lights on at The Literary Underground and spreading the good word at Ppigpenn. Michele's first full-length collection of poetry, 'Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days,' is due out from Punk Hostage Press in August 2014. I wonder how long I can just ramble on here before a buzzer sounds. This Red Fez site is pretty cool and probably does do that. viva la Fez!
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