Monday, June 25, 2012

Summer Poem, 2012


I guess my new life started on that elevator
going down seven floors in as many seconds

Or at least it felt that way when I kissed her
and for the first time in six months there was
something about me that you didn’t know.

Me and the boys, I’ll admit it
we’ve been sober less often lately

and it’s been an ongoing debate as to
whether that’s just a coincidence of the summer
or if we’ve been fighting something no one’s talking about

Sometimes, at night, when we drink on the porch
I push two fingers through the webby air
trying to determine what it is
and if it carries a pulse.

Which is not to say that
I’ve been terribly unhappy


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