ExploreComing of Age
The horse had been beaten and flies crawled on the beat marks.
End of October, days recede quickly into night. Leaves fall in slow motion.
There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.
We take our solace, in a time of malaise and mourning, in the close-at-hand.
Life, then, was song and purple font, imagining in words a future.
The hawk moves out of the way to let a little hot package of breath rise up.
I can see on him how things are changing for and against us.
A boy watching another boy lucky gets an ache. That is a small motor.
My bike, my skinny body, my pent breath was thrown to the grass.
I was convinced she’d be back in the morning, like the sun.
When he was a child, my father had a cousin who was buried by a plow.
I’ll see you on the sea, they say, but then they float past on a raft
Identify where you came from, where you are, and where you wish to go.
Mostly he was in a hurry, so he’d just stick it in and away we’d go.
We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.
When you are sixteen and sixty-five pounds, you are all shadows.
If everyone’s lost on the roads, you might as well fly. Enjoy your life.
The first time I met you I fought your father in the driveway.
We are like a village here, separated from the rest of the world.
I want to cut loose from her each wistful sigh I hear escape her lips.
Her name sprang to my lips in strange prayers and praises.
Women should hate it when people whistle at their backs as they walk past.
He knows what she’s seeking, and he knows she won’t find it.
That’s why Mam drinks whiskey. That’s why he drinks whiskey too.
Why do girls want to cheerlead? Don’t they know it objectifies women?
He doesn’t notice the cop car rolling slow-motion into the station.
Why does she do it? She knows cutting yourself is a joke. Goth, idiotic.
The man protested, I didn’t do anything. He needed the job. I only kissed her.
My advice can be succinctly expressed in three words: Persist, persist, persist!