Metrosphere 2004-2005
She
We lay
lazy
and lethargic
in your lamp-lit
buzzing basement
You on your couch
Upright and cross-legged
(You've always been uncomfortable around me)
Me on your cheap carpet
Rug burns with each spring of my joints
Trying out every position that could better my chances with you.
We talk about work, the only thing your Capricorn dome can center on
And listen to Al Green's "Let's Stay Together"
Hoping you'll be able to
re-
connect
our dots.
I know more about her than I wish
But my voice continues to ask for more
I know
Your lips parted like the Red Sea
And your Moses mouth fired the word
"Beautiful." And used it as a sentence.
I know
She's strong
possessing the bows and arrows of December
I can see the muscles in her back contract
as she releases them.
I know
she "has it together"
and can be "like one of the guys"
not having to "run her mouth"
like "you know who."
I know
Your tongues click the same native verse
of Spanish
and grew up "hard"
in the "swamps"-the "shittiest part of Denver"
I
Jealous
Pass her off as a fuck friend
And smirk at you with self-satisfaction.
But you correct me,
sternly
like a father
saying "she is much more than that."
I get up from this daze of she
to leave
and try to brush your rug's green
envious scratches from my bare legs
But on your doorstep,
windowsill,
and stereo still singing love songs
lie a thick dust of pain.