vintage

So

as if your leaving is not enough
youve taken my heart
in your knapsack
next to the bologna sandwich your mother made you
ate both of them under an oak tree
on some back road
some truck bed
and napped afterward, easily
whats wrong with splinters under fingers
and paper cuts
stubbed toes
or bumped heads?
why make blood be on the outside?
or at least mend the gaping wound
at least use needle and thread to put me
back together again
patchwork quilts of eyes and lashes
lips and wrists and waists
and smiles
use the tools from your excavation
to build something beautiful
for yourself
we cant have those shiny, thoughtful hands go
to waste



Good morning,

that day we cut school
took Old Toll Road
out to the waterfalls
slipped into naked and the rocks were warm on our bellies
as you both tried to impress me
with your
mystery
it was somewhere after three i woke up
with cattails in my hair
and sunburned
you both were in the water, diving under
and gasping up like newborns
it was your laughter that woke me
it sounded like
when i was seven
and both of you brought me valentines cards
made of elmers glue
and innocence
that day the sun had made me lightheaded
and looking off my rock
the glare of waterfall and valley summer
made your faces indistinguishable
it turned two into one

To: Colorado/Montana

it wasnt our kind of dive bar
we drank no name beer
and fidgeted and wiped sweat
from our top lips
with crooked fingers
i ate peanuts and pretzels from the bowl on the table
but they were stale
you smelled like body and flannel
i was wearing a slip for a dress
still wet from the gas n' go bathroom sink
where i washed it
and you brushed your teeth
the man at the bar
sits next to a wife giving birth to the moon
her belly swollen and exposed
he says get another shot for ma women
were getting the baby drunk tonight
you swatted a fly away
suggested we take a walk
and outside the night had lit itself on fire
the cement ignited the sky, ignited the car
the womans hair on the corner, the soles of our feet
exploded up and out
you sighed and said, baby, its fucking hot