Poem- Slowly, Like Lovers

A poem about social awkwardness and alcohol...

Slowly, Like Lovers

Everyone is having such a good time asphyxiating
me with their close bodies and smiles.
Sudden strangers beat-writhing, or aching to writhe.
And I'm left to wonder how, decades in, I've become autistic.

The bass detonation presses on my chest like Louisville
and goddamn I'm gone gone gone
out into the dark breathing world beyond
where Merlot and I can converse in civilized fashion.

Here now, is a home for the sapiens.
The night greets me cool and fragrant
with falling stars and Egyptian blue wisteria.
I lean back into the brick and watch the thin tops
of trees dance slowly, like lovers.
And it feels as though if I just wait--
in stillness, in silence,
something will come.


Photo by M. Jacobs

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