"Boston"
Aaron Smith
I've been meaning to tell
you how the sky is pink
here sometimes like the roof
of a mouth that's about to chomp
down on the crooked steel teeth
of the city,
I remember the desperate
things we did
and that I stumble
down sidewalks listening
to the buzz of street lamps
at dusk and the crush
of leaves on the pavement,
Without you here I'm viciously lonely
and I can't remember
the last time I felt holy,
the last time I offered
myself as sanctuary
*
I watched two men
press hard into
each other, their bodies
caught in the club’s
bass drum swell,
and I couldn’t remember
when I knew I’d never
be beautiful, but it must
have been quick
and subtle, the way
the holy ghost can pass
in and out of a room.
I want so desperately
to be finished with desire,
the rushing wind, the still
small voice.
On this day in...
2011:
"Marriage" by Lawrence Raab2010:
"The Poem I Didn't Write" by Raymond Carver2009:
"Do not underestimate the power of Playstation" by James Sinclair2008:
"Tableau” by Judith Wright she felt-/because she was certain-her life would change /if she picked up the phone, said hello, /said, I was just thinking/of you.