Chips in the Corner
Josh is standing behind the counter with me at Chips in the Corner, probably the worst summer job ever…
Trust fall
Light trickles in, honey on ice,
whiskey on the rocks…
I want to live on land…
I want to live on land with the same scars as me…
She sings the desert
She sings the desert quiet
and makes it rain.
Fin
At the station air flickered rain,
cuts and jolts, old movies playing out
unspooling at the end—
“Anna”
You don’t know what it’s like, Anna… Since you went away – since you went away, Anna – everything’s been molasses and static.
Maybe a love song
March turns the year about
and we start again.
The whole world hinges
on the spring.
Gardenia
Walking home, it hits you,
like a silver bell ringing —
Tuning in to sounds along the canal last night
………………silver knobs ripple out, searching…slow sparkling circles, water under streetlights… Radio can’t make up its mind.
Divination
“Tell me,” she said. “Tell me about my future…”