Bob Raymonda: Curbside Pickup

Bob Raymonda: Curbside Pickup
Photo: Joanna C. Valente

Photo: Joanna C. Valente

CURBSIDE PICKUP

 

There’s never been a worse

time to linger—to pore over

the hastily thrown together

menu taped to the window

of our favorite Michelin

 

starred restaurant. And yet

here you are, hawking loogies

in the waning sunlight and

leering at each masked person

who dares to pass you by.

 

It feels unnatural to experience

such heart palpitations by your

mere presence, but I do and now

I want nothing more than to bury

you shoulder deep in concrete;

 

nevertheless, I hate confrontation,

so I just pop out of the car to close

the trunk and do my best to play

deaf to whatever you’ve bothered

to say to me. The process takes

 

maybe ten minutes that feel

like an eternity, the numbers on

the clock slipping away in drips

and drabs. For a moment, we

wonder if it was even worth it

until we get home and realize:

 

They hooked it up.

TO EVERY THING THERE IS A NIC CAGE, AND A TIME TO EVERY PURPOSE UNDER HEAVEN

 

A Nic Cage who is actually two Nic Cages,

neither of whom are Nic Cage at all.

 

A Nic Cage who howls at the moon over

a lost hand and a lost love, respectively.

 

A Nic Cage who sold his soul to the devil,

for a chance to clear 30 buses on a motorbike.

 

A Nic Cage who plundered the Declaration

of Independence, in the name of hidden treasure.

 

A Nic Cage who battled with the spirit of

a 1970’s prog rock concept album cover.

 

A Nic Cage who was trapped inside

a basket with a swarm of raging bees.

 

A Nic Cage who protected the streets of

a 1930’s New York City dressed all in black.

 

A Nic Cage who traded places with the man

whose face he borrowed, just because he could.

 

A Nic Cage who I love, dearly, for his

manic reliability and sheer force of nature.

 

A Nic Cage who explodes into a cloud

of hungry dust, simply because he felt like it.

 

A Nic Cage who’s withheld the secret,

the method that’s behind his madness.

 

A Nic Cage who would happily do it

all over again, if only we’d ask nicely.


Bob Raymonda is the Founding Editor of Breadcrumbs Magazine. In 2018 they co-founded the podcast production company Rogue Dialogue, which released its first show, the science-fiction audio drama Windfall, in February of 2019, and second, the Catholic confessional sitcom, Forgive Me! in 2020. Their work has been featured in Luna Luna Magazine, Bello Collective, Peach Magazine, and Discover Pods, among others. Learn more at www.bobraymonda.co.