Go On, Record

For the record
And all the ’70’s vinyl we thrifted for those Saturdays as downtowners

For the turntable we excitedly found
And the way we felt our world spin and spin with it over and over again

For the record
Go on record
To say

You neither had a beach in mind
Nor the white dress for me you described
No thought for a home for us, at all

None lyrical love notes did you ever produce

We were just spinning
As broken records do
Over and over
Until you were over us



Hunter

I am amazing
In hunter green sheath
I’d planned last summer
For New Year’s Eve

Silk against skin
Cut to the thigh
Your demure firework
Heels on high

Champagne celebration
It was to have been
We’d teach eachother
We’d dance again

Inky ring-fingers
Hilltop house near a glen
Belonging to each other
Forever by then

Said And Done


I speak for the masses
The sides of me inside of me
The arrested phases that do not know how to grow
The girl who grew, too tall too soon

Somewhere in there, a woman walks
Head held high, chin and forehead gently jutted
To the sun, she says
And she does

She does love
To do, to be

She questions me
To lead in love

That gives me pause
First steals my breath, then intuits me to question her back

What of the times you sought to love, to befriend
To be a friend, although in need?
They knew nothing of love!
Friendship foreign to them, they offered an attack
An inevitable abandonment

This is life, and you cannot opt out
You cannot, too, jump ship
You cannot not love, friend
She says to me

She strides onward
To the sun