is creeping out of some open window same way it was
in the summer of ā95 when my heartbreak was a different
animal howling at the same clouds & the cops broke
up the block party at franklin park right before the song
hit the last verse because someone from the right hood
locked eyes with someone from the wrong one & me &
my boys ran into the corner store & tucked the chocolate
bars into the humid caverns of our pants pockets
& later licked the melted chocolate from its sterling
wrappers in the woods behind marioās crib with the
girls we liked too much to want to know if they liked
us back & there it was, the summer i learned to kiss
the air & imagine it bending into a mouth & here it is
again, the summer everything outside i love is melting
& i tell my boys there is a reason songs from the 90s are
having a revival & itās because the heart & tongue are
the muscles with the most irresistible histories & iām
kind of buzzed. iām kind of buzzing. iām kind of a hive
with no begging & hollow cavities. there is intimacy
in the moment where the eyes of two enemies meet.
there is a tenderness in knowing what desire ties you to
a person, even if you have spent your dreaming hours
cutting them a casket from the tree in their motherās
front yard. it is a blessing to know someone wants a
funeral for you. a coming together of your people from
their faraway corners to tell some story about your
thefts & triumphs. all of your better selves shaking
their heads over a table, chocolate staining their teeth.
i suppose there is also intimacy in the moment where
a lover becomes an enemy, though it is tough to say
when it happens. probably when there is a song you
canāt remember them living inside of anymore, even if
both of you curled your lips around the words in a car
at some impossible hour of morning, driving away from
the place you met. i like my agony threaded together by
the same chorus. not everything is sisyphean. no one
ever wants to imagine themselves as the boulder.
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