Parking Lot Secret

by Magnetic

This piece is part of The Lot, the first volume of SUM FLUX. It kicks off with Edition 1, featuring seven writers. Read more about this zine and its theme here: https://sumflux.substack.com/p/volume-1-the-lot

Magnetic

Visual by Sandolore Sykes

Never speak of it
The parking lot secret
Speak of what?
After work, daily
We congregate about
We take out our anger
But when we see each other
In the midst of day
We must feign aloof
Last night as cheers rang
He broke my jaw
But in the day
He is my comrade

Never speak of it
Those parking lot nights
My entire life is a fight
But is it one?
As I let life beat me up
But on those parking lot nights
I fight back
I jab and slip
I put guys in locks
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Blood stains my smile

Never speak of it
City lights behind us
Hiding my black eyes
Behind the finest frames
I can’t reveal my name
Just call me Durden
For now that works
You can’t run
Under the dim street light
It is only us
Never speak of the
Good ol’ fight club

Visual by Magnetic