What You Won'T Find In Cosmo Magazine Poem by Josh Rodriguez

you’re probably prettiest
when you’re wrapped
in white sheets,
gripping a bottle,
staring at the ceiling,

and wondering why
everything is going so
fast;

you’re probably prettiest
when the moments melt
away and paradise
palpitates on the horizon,

waiting for you to
claim it;

you’re probably prettiest
when the empires have sunk
off of your soft and sad shoulders
as you sit under sickly fluorescent
lights on a patio,
nursing a cigarette,

somewhere
in mexico;

you’re probably prettiest
scared to death of the
jaws and bowels of

this crazy thing we
call life.

(the best
of us
are.)