Dear Love       You let the defacer live in your apartment
I wrote about your red hair       your purple flower
The Endless Mountains threatened to fall
20 years later—Susquehanna...  3-Mile Island... Hello?

Near Cah-lile the Econoline spat smoke and broke down for good
You climbed the pyramids of Chichén Itzá
Debaser
Three hundred miles of soybean

The wind at seven o’clock here in August
You can say I brought us here
The ticks are buzzing like a grass band
So I lied about the Northeast

Well, excuse me             if I break my own heart tonight

Brian Clements |  > > > > >
Contents | Mudlark No. 49 (2013)