I want this chap-book ready to print by 4/30
1
Summer was a girl that I dated for a
hot 42 days in the Spring of 2006
She didn’t have an appreciation for Martin Scorcese
so I should have known from the beginning that
it wasn’t going to work out in the end.
Even when she told me that life was wonderful in my house
And in the bedroom, she could be herself
The sex would have been as bland as anything if it weren’t
for the music in the CD player, sending out bodies
into a rhythmic pattern
2
I would have never told my mother how I met this girl.
But Summer knew my cousin Thomas through his sister, Beth
who remained silent all during her brother’s funeral
Summer introduced herself to me in the parking lot of the church
Needing a ride to the burial site after her car had broken down.
I didn’t know anything about her, but I had been eyeing the back of her head
Ever since she had first sat in the pew in front of me.
And without a second thought, I agreed to take her with me.
We made carefully polite small talk on the drive
as I played Led Zeppelin up until the moment we
reached the gate to the cemetery
We even stood together next to the rest of the family
Her huddled close to me under my favorite blue umbrella
I guess you could say we hit it off as she agreed to get coffee with
me after Thomas was in the ground
3
An emotional crisis and a thousand cigarettes later
We found ourselves drowned in a bottle of vodka
Laying on my couch cuddled in each other’s arms
She was crying and I wanted to be something more than a shoulder
But as much as I tried, I couldn’t force myself to be with her anymore
It had been six week into our relationship
And for me it was too much time spent in purgatory.
When she left my house, she told me that she loved me
I told her that I’d call her tomorrow. She knew that I would
So it didn’t bother me when she didn’t respond at all.
4
I met Angelica at the Starbucks on 4th and Broad a month later
She’s a cute girl and I guess you could say we were dating
I invited her over last Tuesday night to watch The Graduate and
Drink Cherry Coke and somewhere in the mix we ended up sleeping together.
She doesn’t like being called Angel but I do anyway.
Especially when I get mad at her for smoking the cigarettes
That Summer left on my coffee table just before she killed herself.
I tried to avoid talking to Angel about Summer.
I don’t think she’d comprehend how that short-lived relationship effected my life.
And I don’t think I’d ever want to put forth the time to explain it to her.
5
She still catches me thinking about her though
On the nights when we lay together on my bed and
Stairway to Heaven is playing softly in my stereo.
I sometimes whisper Summer’s name into the air
And Angel starts acting really strange.
But she would never understand.
-4/09
Any suggestions?
Summer was a girl that I dated for a
hot 42 days in the Spring of 2006
She didn’t have an appreciation for Martin Scorcese
so I should have known from the beginning that
it wasn’t going to work out in the end.
Even when she told me that life was wonderful in my house
And in the bedroom, she could be herself
The sex would have been as bland as anything if it weren’t
for the music in the CD player, sending out bodies
into a rhythmic pattern
2
I would have never told my mother how I met this girl.
But Summer knew my cousin Thomas through his sister, Beth
who remained silent all during her brother’s funeral
Summer introduced herself to me in the parking lot of the church
Needing a ride to the burial site after her car had broken down.
I didn’t know anything about her, but I had been eyeing the back of her head
Ever since she had first sat in the pew in front of me.
And without a second thought, I agreed to take her with me.
We made carefully polite small talk on the drive
as I played Led Zeppelin up until the moment we
reached the gate to the cemetery
We even stood together next to the rest of the family
Her huddled close to me under my favorite blue umbrella
I guess you could say we hit it off as she agreed to get coffee with
me after Thomas was in the ground
3
An emotional crisis and a thousand cigarettes later
We found ourselves drowned in a bottle of vodka
Laying on my couch cuddled in each other’s arms
She was crying and I wanted to be something more than a shoulder
But as much as I tried, I couldn’t force myself to be with her anymore
It had been six week into our relationship
And for me it was too much time spent in purgatory.
When she left my house, she told me that she loved me
I told her that I’d call her tomorrow. She knew that I would
So it didn’t bother me when she didn’t respond at all.
4
I met Angelica at the Starbucks on 4th and Broad a month later
She’s a cute girl and I guess you could say we were dating
I invited her over last Tuesday night to watch The Graduate and
Drink Cherry Coke and somewhere in the mix we ended up sleeping together.
She doesn’t like being called Angel but I do anyway.
Especially when I get mad at her for smoking the cigarettes
That Summer left on my coffee table just before she killed herself.
I tried to avoid talking to Angel about Summer.
I don’t think she’d comprehend how that short-lived relationship effected my life.
And I don’t think I’d ever want to put forth the time to explain it to her.
5
She still catches me thinking about her though
On the nights when we lay together on my bed and
Stairway to Heaven is playing softly in my stereo.
I sometimes whisper Summer’s name into the air
And Angel starts acting really strange.
But she would never understand.
-4/09
Any suggestions?