Mark Cugini


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Mark Cugini


Mark Cugini

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Gateway


Gateway


GATEWAY

 

On the right nights we’d sit on 
the sidewalk and drown down
neon-flavored vodka. On
the wrong ones Shakes would
lift rides from right behind 
the Staten Island Savings Bank.
We’d roll down the windows 
and onamonapia the elevator
shotties, had handshakes and
acronyms to highlight our
thug life. On half-days I’d hike
along the train tracks and
blow my beans on Boone’s 
Farm and forties. We’d
get bent in the screen house
and the good girls would
fall down the stairsme, I
had a few, but I found them
on message boards. I’d
set my away message to stunt,
sneak out around one and
crawl through the screen
door when I got back from
Tina’s. We’d take our bikes
down to the dock and dig
each other into the sand. 
I’d slip green in her beedi’s 
and I’d never ask where her 
bra went. At fifteen, she’d
talk about her exes like she’d lived 
a million lies. The yachts would
idle at us and we’d make animals
out of stars. We’d let the waves
break and we’d forget about our
tongues. We’d let the waves
break and we’d forget about our
dumb young tongues.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

BIO


BIO


 

Mark Cugini is the author of I'm Just Happy To Be Here (Ink Press 2014). His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pinwheel, Sink Review, Hobart, Barrelhouse, Shabby Doll House, and numerous other publications. He is a founding editor of Big Lucks, a contributor at HTMLGiant, and a curator of the THREE TENTS reading series in Washington, DC.