My bluest valentine

By Scott Laudati

don’t bake me a birthday cake
this year.
let’s go to wawa and
buy a carton
of our old cigarettes
and drive to the poconos,
to the mini golf
where we made dirty bets
around the windmill
and both of us got a rash
that night from the
heart-shaped hot tub.
or we can go back
to your parents basement
with the wood paneled walls
and the one cold night
we laid under the heater
and you whispered,
“pretend it’s aspen.”
let’s get married this time
like we swore we would at 17
when all we wanted
was to do drugs and fall in love
and we were still young enough
to be good at both.

Scott Laudati was born in Staten Island and raised in Hazlet, New Jersey. He is the author of books:
Bone House, Camp Winapooka, The Ever Present Collapse, and Play The Devil. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize three times and won several awards for his fiction and poetry, including: The 2018 “Riggs Gold Medal Essay Award,” “The Stark Award In Fiction In Honor Of Henry R. Roth,” and the 2018 “The Jack Grapes Poetry Prize.” His work has been published by Columbia University, CUNY, The Bitter Oleander, The Rockford Review, and many others. Scott currently lives in Brooklyn, New York.

His latest poetry collection, Hawaiian Shirts in the Electric Chair REDUX is available now from Cephalopress. Check it out here.

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