IT’S OBLIGATORY #poetry by jay

Your metallic space-green Mustang
white faux leather
convertible 70’s model 
of something or other
pulled in the spot, out in the street. 
You again, on weekends, kicking the curb— 

doorbell rang, knock-knocked up.

Surprised you didn’t just walk-in
our salt-box hut.
You so gallant
You so cocky
You so pretend to want to. 
Momma doesn’t want to play no more, she is fed-up
and lost. Kids, money, depression—all too much.

 You, lit-up and fired-up and freed-up!
 Her, imprisoned.

The street seems so mean, so,
It’s not warm and comforting, it’s
castless, cold and melting.

No path forward—nor backward. 
Not sure where these mean streets lead 
but we go anyway,

it's obligatory.

© Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Meritt Thomas on Unsplash


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  1. This is great Jay..the whole small symphony of imagery, characters and feelings..Some great lines to end on the title “No path forward—nor backward.
    Not sure where these mean streets lead
    but we go anyway,

    it’s obligatory.”
    I really enjoyed reading it!

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