You are someone with a penchant for dark beers and pasts, walk-in closets and porch-step smokes, who liked to ride it out to the depths of the middle of Lake Hopatcong, spark the flint of your lighter, take longing drags and talk about hipster coffee and sex with whipped cream designs—and sometimes, your next lover—and dive in to put out the fag, swim to the deck to peel off your cotton boxers and wring them in your fighter's fist. It's too cold in the fall on the water we fall in, too naked for falling in naked and docking unanchored like this. I remember. You'd kiss me and shiver. Copyright © 2020 by Billie R. Tadros. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 2, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets. |
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