what kind of scale compares the weight of two beauties
the gravity of duties or the groundspeed of joy
- Ani Difranco
you would think i was making poetry
with the sun and the stars
the trees swaying under the painful blue
(i know she still turns and smiles at you)
holes
in my memory
hesitations
rolling yourself
downhill
snowballing
soft powder and the unexpected glint
of ice
hard things
picking up speed
her red lights glare at me as she rounds the corner
reflections of planes
throwing themselves at the sky
roaring
i record over last month’s tape
old words dissolving under my confident mouth
at a slow party
you whisper in my ear
a crack in the wall the backdoor
while the tangy scent of the iron staircase
stains my palms
watching the pale sky
blue with city living
even as yesterday falls into
today
i kissed you
under Van Gogh
under the impression
we meant something
