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Well, the hot is back.
I thought it wouldn’t happen.
It did.
I feel like my skin has more skin on top of it.
Of course the hum is back, too -
the white noise of
over head fans, window fans, and air conditioners.
and wherever memory comes from, longing to join the choral cacophony, jumps in:
I’m thinking about sitting on blankets at the drive-in.
I’m thinking about playing football in the street,
the crack as one end zone, the tree the other.
“suckers walk.”
I’m thinking about kissing the neck of that girl when I was 12 or 13
and tasting salt,
pure salt.
and I’m remembering the day we greased our bike chains with a buttered bagel,
and how we then applauded our newfound folk-punk ingenuity.
I’m remembering the lazy hours I spent reading phenomenology
and listening to something called “space music” the last time I was home
on the porch that dad built.
I bet you two fought and fought about it
like when we all fought and fought about shingling the roof
before my all-star baseball game, or was it a football game?
it doesn’t really matter.
And then there’s the day my brother looked at me and said,
“You wanna be out?”
and then we got up, threw paperwork at our bosses
and drove home absolutely blasting Biggie,
just laughing and laughing
over-joyed at quitting our jobs in such a ridiculous fashion.
I still remember all the words to “Gimme Da’ Loot”
cause we were bad boys.
you whipped yogurt at our babysitter
and I held Richie down while you kicked him in his braced-up mouth –
because that’s what people got when they our called mom fat.
and the day we watched our dad,
in seeming slow motion,
walk up the street to punch that guy in the face
because you went into the house and said,
“Dad, that guy swerved at me when we were playing in the street.”
No questions asked except “Is that him?”
trailer park justice.
the question, rightly, isn’t how we remember, but how we forget.
and today, emerging from the hot and the hum,
a refrain.
bits and pieces of reverie.

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from expenditure without recompense, released December 22, 2014

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