By Lindsay Wilson
This yr the river by the timber
has a lot legroom, however the geese care nothing
of depth, or sandbags in piles by the doorways,
or the outdated ex-cons who used to sit down right here watching
water slide into the Nice Basin. These males
beloved phrases and the cigarettes you pretended
to smoke again then due to a girl.
Some days you desire a story from an outdated man
who meant leaving when he mentioned river,
and who believed within the foreign money of cigarettes.
Who may converse with authority about
all of the long-necked suicides he’d reduce down,
and never even attempt to hand you decision.
In fact again then you definitely had been silly
sufficient to nonetheless consider the world paid
its debt to you in solutions. In fact
again then there was a girl who adopted
you to this desert earlier than wandering off
into the night time’s darkish throat. Some nights
it’s important to smoke meth from a lightweight bulb
to search out the appropriate phrases for leaving. Some nights
you want a stranger’s hand round your neck
to know what it means to return up for air.
Some nights you’re taking the paper plates
they hand you at no cost full of easy
meals at Lundsford Park as a result of they thought
you poor, and also you had been too embarrassed
to say no. Oh god, the place these males dwelling
now don’t ask. Most individuals simply die.
You had been the boy who needed a night
story and the world handed you a plate
filled with beans and bread, and some males
to eat with beside a rising river you named,
Leaving, and as soon as all of the plates had been wiped
clear, y’all grew abruptly drowsy and silent
gazing at magnificence’s watered-down floor
you merely personal no phrases for.
