Iowa Writes

"No Fair, Koala Bear"

       Like the dream born on the floor from a belly full of German licquer where he calls from a phone you don't recognize to see if you got okay, where he says that he's been drinking even though you didn't know him to drink in the lifetime you've known him, but he says he's good and there's no reason not to believe him, except that hat you're at Walgreens in need of some pop tarts and a pack of cigarettes and your turn is up — the cashier is staring at you with a pretty smile and too much eyeliner, so you need to hang up, but he'll call back to say he's okay, it was just a little accident he was in, a fender bender that didn't even require him to stop to check the car, and that's great, but he calls back after the next accident to tell you about it in some language you shouldn't understand, a bastard son of English and a dirty Kiswahili, where the nouns decline in the first syllable and it sounds like someone is typing English words on a Cyrillic keyboard, but your light turned from red to green so you promise to call him back, and you do, but he's all turned around, asking if he can get a ride home, yelling —  pendejo, maracon, and you don't remember where he lives, you hardly remember his name, just his curly hair and that he was the only other person as a kid you knew who wore glasses, like that was supposed to mean something, but you're headed back to Victorian Square anyway for a sandwich from the little Salvadoreno shop, and he's not there, there are just skid marks on the road and tire tracks that go into the ditch, but no tracks coming out into the parking lot, so he must be in the ditch, he and his car, and that's not surprising because he didn't send you a Christmas card or invite you to his wedding, so all that's there, when you look into the ditch is a phantom ?uestlove.

About Iowa Writes

Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.

In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.

Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.

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Erick Brucker once studied Political Science at the University of Richmond. He is a self-identified expert on both rapping music and what football players should have done if they really wanted to win the game. He currently lives in Iowa City with his imaginary cactus, Cactus. They are very happy together.

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