Mykee

By AJ Urquidi

Where have you been
my friend? I spotted
on the billboard’s eye
your star and pictured

you floating through cavernous
stations. Yuppies must know
you exist, you are
so determined! A sad

angel of clever neurosis,
you are an overjoyed
rat hoarding processed cheese.
To the subterranean god

I pray that upon
peeling off vampire ad
gloss two years down
the tracks I will

discover jogging women disguised
as Gene Simmons, asymmetrical
stars, and your name,
of course, intoxicatedly arched.