THE POET AFTER REWATCHING BACK TO THE FUTURE AS AN ADULT IN HIS THIRTIES / STEPHEN BRISEÑO
If only a wealthy, wispy-haired genius
had taken me under his wing
in my teenage years, then I’d have a lot
more to say to people at dinner parties.
Have you ever worn
a radiation suit?
Sweet Jesus, are they muggy!
If you’re soldering time circuits, you’re gonna need
some nimble fingers. Let me tell you.
Instead I just mumble on
about basketball games I haven’t watched,
teams I don’t root for, or Trump.
I’m pretty positive, though, that if this local
mad scientist took a shot
at a friendship with me today,
he’d see real quick that I have no
long-buried yearnings for adventure,
no blind devotion
to his work or willingness to answer
midnight phone calls for clandestine
mall meetups so I can film his experiments
and post them on Youtube.
A man has to sleep after all.
Nah, I’d probably lecture
him about being irresponsible
with his money and his time.
How he must build and maintain
the trust of the community.
Create a positive public persona
I’d politely decline his offer:
No, I’m fine. I already have enough
crazy in my life, thank you.
He’d stare at me with a confused expression
before leaving, his shock white poof of hair bouncing
as he begins his search for a younger me,
someone he could dream with.
Stephen Briseño graduated from Sam Houston State University with a degree in English and Secondary Education. His work is forthcoming in Mentor Mixtapes, and he lives in San Antonio, TX with his wife and daughter. Follow him on Twitter: @stephen_briseno