I’m fighting a two front war –
the heat and missing you.
it’s a dark maroon hypotenuse
or is it eggplant?
either way I’m worried that
my fucking chocolate might melt.
I did what you said, you know,
putting dryer sheets in my shoes, and
now I constantly smell the back of the van
I called Ace Vandura
that I gave to my dad,
that he filled with hard lemonade bottles,
those glass skeletons of divorce.
we made seventy bones off them, though.
My landlord sent me a new lease
he lives across the street,
but for some reason he mailed it to me.
the return address was printed on American Flags,
so I spent an embarrassing amount of time
while walking
wondering if it’s a year round thing
or if he crafted the idea perfectly
so that I received the letter on Memorial Day.
this is the type of day where everyone
is a hint more attractive,
but I still heard that girl retching
as I walked past the family bathroom.
I suggested that you may have tried
to trade two eight hour bus rides
for the hard work of telling someone you care about how you feel
and you agreed.
I couldn’t believe it.
I blew far too much money on books this morning,
and holy shit I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
in pencil, of course.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021